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Monday, October 1, 2018
October's Knocking And A Brookie In The Foam
September's closing. Yesterday I was up and out of the door by 6, a crisp Autumn morning. As I drove to the stream drinking my first cup of coffee and violating one of my steadfast rules. That rule is to never start fishing for brook trout until 8:30 in the morning. I have found it to be that brookies don't actually bite until that time. Well I was streamside long before that. After gearing up I chose to drive a short distance to a small store and get my second cup of coffee heck I had the time. Driving back to the stream I had plans of fishing mostly dry flies and maybe a soft-hackle or two. The fly I had already tied on was a bomber so I figured that was a good fly to start with.
I finished my coffee and saw it was near 8, close enough. I walked to the first place I was to fish...it was beautiful.
All sorts of sweet places to drift a fly. Not one response. I fished a couple of dry flies, and switched to wets with no one offering. It was almost 9 and and still not a fish had offered. I came upon a deep pool, it had some pretty violent water spilling over some big boulders and it did not look like a small stream. Years of fishing in places like Maine where pools like these are common made me reach into the streamer section of my box. I plucked out a white marabou streamer called a Montreal ..... I tied it on and cast into the deep swirling water. The fly did what the current allowed, together the produced a solid rip at the streamer. A second cast was made and this time I had a hookup. The brookie went to the bottom and tried to put me in a bad place, I managed to change his mind.
I had not intended on taking this photo, it occurred by accident as I was trying to bring the fish to a quieter spot...it came out pretty cool though.
A better picture of the brookie before it was released. I fished that streamer for awhile and never caught another fish...I had numerous hits until I snagged it on the bottom and lost it. It by the way was the only streamer in the streamer section. Note to myself, put a few more in the streamer section.
I continued to fish for several more hours. The brookies finally came to their senses and started taking dry flies.
It was good to close the door on September...today I hear October knocking.