Labor day presented itself as a good opportunity to fish a nice little stream. There had been some rainfall the previous night and I know it had brought the stream up to where the brookies would move about. The day started wet, the foliage was wet and glistened in the sun light. The stream had many inviting little runs with a few pockets and undercuts.
I moved along the bank fishing a dry fly and found some willing players. The fly I used was beat and was loosing hair, but it still looked like food and they hit it repeatedly.
One of the better brookies that morning. He was the last fish to be taken on that beat up fly.
I was busy enjoying life along the stream when someone said Hi, I looked to my left and saw Mark. His blog "Fishing Small Streams" is also recounting our outing. He told me of his success and we both fished the stream together for a few hours
It was a very enjoyable morning, and the "Bomber" helped.