Yesterday Rowan and I got together to fish a couple of small streams. Again I must tell you that the both of us were in an euphoric state upon seeing just how beautiful the waters were, and then when the flies hit the water the euphoria grew. Skies as blue as they come, water so very cold, a breeze entered from time to time and that managed to keep the mini-flyers at bay. Spring in the woods of Connecticut and it does not get much better.
The brookies were incredible...fat and healthy. Rowan had one strip line from his reel, he ran upstream and downstream, so very tenacious.
Rowan with a fall brookie, "what" he actually was in spawning color.
The brookies were taken on a variety of flies but the "Bomber" was the best.
There were trout in almost every pool.
The "Great Survivor"
Rowan "stalking" wild brook trout.
|Photo, RM Lytle|
One of my better brookies taken that day.