February the month of my birth. So to start the month off right I chose to fish a lovely little stream located in the eastern hills of Connecticut. Now the term "hills" is kind of pushing it somewhat but it's not exactly flat land. We had received several inches of snow the day before and walking to the stream was beautiful. Snow had blanketed the trees and they looked like frosting on a cake. The air was so still not even the hint of a breeze. The sun was about but the clouds seemed to win. This stream is one that does not require you to wear waders, which is something I truly enjoy. So my pack, rod and a few flies and I was set to bring in the new month.
The stream was moving very well, but it seemed to not make a sound.
It did not take long before I found a friend willing to to play.
The brook trout this day were found in the running waters at the head of the pools.
It was here that I hooked a memorable fish. The fly stopped its drift and then the trout struck. I pulled back and he was on then off..a second later he grabbed the fly again and again he was hooked. This fish took to the air several times before he slowed and was at hand.
It was truly a great start to February.