Yesterday was Father's Day and one of the nice things about this day is the fact that there's not much resistance from other parties to the thought of going fishing. Permission granted and I was out the door. I headed to a stream that has in the past been good to me in terms of fishing action. When I got there I found tumbling water and plenty of it. While gearing up I could already feel the humidity, that nasty clammy feeling. The clouds were hanging on but the forecast was for some sun to break out, which may not be helpful in terms of feeling good.
The mountain laurel is in full bloom, like snow in the mountains, and a prettier sight is not possible...well maybe.
This is the "well maybe"...wild brookie on a dry fly....a dry fly that would work very well today.
A typical Connecticut freestone stream. Lots of rocks to hop and dodge.
Behind some of those rocks hold fish like this one.
"The Conover" a Catskill fly that got a lot of attention. This fly was tied with ginger hackle, but now I have in my possession the golden badger hackle this pattern requires. The dubbing is home-made.
There is a nice little story behind this fly... I'll tell you about that later.
I probably have caught 1000's of these fish and I never get tired of them....
I never get tired of views like this.