Well a week after the crash I was able to get free and find some time to fish. The place the Farmington river. A beautiful fishery and so much better than last year. Water flows are still to high for my liking but I find the slower pockets and work them. This day was one of looking at beauty rather than catching beauty, but there was some of the latter and it was earned.
Stepping into the river I made my first cast, a nice drift. I picked up my line and slowly cast again. The fly was moved back and forth by the current until it stopped and straightened out. As i lifted the rod tip a fish hit, and he hit hard. I had a good hook-up and the fight was on, and then off. Boy that was a nice fish. I was to continue fishing for a couple of hours without so much as a bump.
Even without action in the water there is action along the sidelines. This little pollinator was busy as a bee. He had lots of competition.
I reached a lovely section of water and moved some flies through the slow seams. On one such drift my line stopped and suddenly went upstream. I pulled and the hook set.
Finally a wild Farmington brookie was at hand. He was gorgeous with the sunlight glistening off his back. With that I called it a day.
I was blessed many times today, and I say thanks.