Good morning folks. just one week ago we had a very big snow event upwards of a foot of the white stuff blanketed my back yard. Now this morning as I gaze out the window there is almost bare ground. That's New England.
This snow melt is not everywhere. Just a mere twenty miles from my home it was a winter wonderland. Kirk and I met to fish a lovely little stream. The sun was shinning so beautiful and the promise of warm temps was sure to bring some brook trout to the surface. Dry flies were used at first but they did not do as intended....until.
..we reached a famous pool on this stream. Mossy Pool as it is known has been a consistent brookie producer for as many years as I have fished it. Trout take flies from all over the pool, from head to to tail and anywhere in the middle. The only drawback to fishing it is the weird currents, you just never know how your fly will drift. Kirk was on the pools first, he fished several flies but was unsuccessful in bringing one to hand. He did notice a trout rising at the end of the pool. He stepped back and let me have a go at it. I had a parachute Adams on and sent the fly on a drift. Six times I tried to get that fly to the rising fish and failed. Finally I just gave the fly a quick flick in an attempt to get it further down the pool, and I did. The only drawback was the fly landed upside down. At that point I said "what the hell" it's down at the end of the pool let's see what happens.
Yes sir my friends the little brookie took that upside down parachute Adams and graced me with a most beautiful sight.
We continued to move upstream and we each were rewarded with some beautiful brook trout. The weather just got better and that gave me a super attitude.
This fly is a product of an article I read in book. I tied up a few variations of it and brought them to the stream...I'll tell you of the article in a later post..but they work.
This little riffle-run is one of my favorites.