The "Outback", not the famous one of "downunder" but the humbling one of Connecticut. I have written several posts about this wild and almost uninhabitable piece of real estate. The stream that runs through it is as pretty as can be, and as long as you stay in the water you will not be molested by all that lives along its banks.
The stream itself has some beautiful runs that sweep into deep undercut banks. Many of these places are home to strong wild brown trout. Yesterday I was put in my place by a host of these browns, and more or less told we will not give in.
I fished for 3 hours with a variety of flies. I observed rising fish, like the ones you see on a June evening. I had a brown of memorable size rise to a size 16 parachute Adams, this fish really put a bend in the little glass rod. I fought the brown, keeping him out of the wood in the stream, only to loose him at my foot. This was my day. At one point I was 0 for 7.