Over the last week or so winter has been in effect, and has moderated. Some of the nights have been in the high teens to low twenties. The days however have pushed the high thirties. What I'm saying is that as long as there is no buildup of ice in the guides I'm fishing. My outings have started late usually getting on stream about 10. Fishing at that time can be from stinko to OK..it's after 11-12 that it really heats up for an hour or so and then slows down again. Flies that have been working are streamers, wet flies, and soft-hackles. Dry flies have been stagnant, although I continue to try them each outing.
This day found me on a stream that flows through a large forest of hemlock. A mix of pine and maple also seen as well as the winter fern and laurel.
This pool was a delight to fish. First off I clearly saw two brookies in it which I was certain I would be able to coax one to take the fly. I cast upstream and let the soft-hackle drift. A dark shape swam up to it and ate it. I pulled back to set and before I finish I saw the brookie spit the fly back. A half dozen casts later and not a response. A fly that I have extreme confidence in at this time of year is the "pinkie"...tied it on and sent it into the stream. Six casts later and nothing. Now I saw two fish in there one that took the fly and one that didn't. I changed to a fuller dressed wet fly and on the second cast the fish hit the fly. A hook-up and a brief battle and.....
a wild one was at hand. a quick pic and back into the pool he went.
A series of fast water and some fishy looking pockets. There are generally fish in these pockets and if the fly drifts close to them they will take.
Look at those fine spots. Brook trout never disappoint me.
I just want to pass along some of my future plans...first off I'm still fishing and I have a few reports coming. The weather here has been cold and in the next few days winter will provide us with some snow. I don't mind winter but it takes it's time going away. Well not to dwell on winter to long we have much to do here at SSR's including tying flies, making plans on future outings and getting my stuff organized.
Small flies. I'm going to try fishing the little flies, 18 and 20's. I probably would go smaller but if you can't see them why try.
This is one stream that is on my "must try list"...I have checked it out several times even fished it once. But a concentrated effort to find out what actually lives here must be made.
So before the white stuff flies maybe I'll get one more outing in.
Oh by the way in 27 days pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training....first game Feb. 22nd.
I don't often take videos while fishing. Sometimes a scene strikes me as being special for one reason or another and I'll press record and let it happen. Here are a couple of them that I hope you'll enjoy.
A great deal of what you'll see and read in this post will never make the cover of any popular sporting publication. It will not excite most anglers nor cause a run on fly fishing tackle. What I hope it will do is to show people just how much pleasure, "pure pleasure" that is that can be obtained while fishing these little "intimate" waters. One can walk the stream and fish those small pools and never take a strike. The conclusion would be "there are no fish here" and suddenly a trout will rise and take your fly. So rather than type many words and try to tell you about what a small stream experience is, I'll just let the photos show some of what it is. I hope you'll find pleasure in the photos and I hope it will motivate you to give the small stream a go.
Lake Wononscopomuc is located in the northwest corner of Connecticut. It is Connecticut's deepest natural lake and one of the most popular. I can remember as a kid visiting the Burlington fish hatchery and seeing a mount of a large brown trout, it is said the large fish had died of natural causes. The CT. state record for a lake trout also came from Wononscopomuc, it weighed in at 29 lbs.
It has been some time since I've tied and posted a streamer. Yesterday I was at the vise and tied a streamer to commemorate this lake. I hope you like it.
There is something special walking through a forest just after a fresh snowfall. The air is still and clean. The sounds of nature are enhanced and even a slight breeze can be heard. Such a day was yesterday and I was fortunate to be the one doing the walk. It is a must to use much more caution at times like this, the possibility of slipping is greater so a guy like me who walks slow to begin with finds a new slower pace. Walking slow also lets you observe more of your surroundings.
Fishing on winter days can run from fair to lousy, and to try and figure it out will drive one crazy. Normally I just stay with a few flies and hope the day I chose to fish will be on the fair side.
The usual trout holding areas produced some activity in the form of strikes. But the hookups were very few.
I found several of these little guys about but the trout were not to excited about them.
It was now about four hours into my outing and I had not had one fish to hand. This is what winter fly fishing is and I knew that going in. I was still a great day to be near a trout stream and to be able to fish for my beloved brook trout. There is a soft spot near the large boulder. The wet fly swirled in the current and was swept under water and pulled down. I lifted the rod tip up and felt some weight. As gained control I knew I had a fish on.
A just reward...a wild jewel.....all is well here.
Good morning folks. It's finally starting to dry out around here after another soaker. I heard some places got nearly 2"...I wonder what the streams look like now, maybe I'll check a few out today. Well Friday was a beautiful day, seasonable weather with lots of sun and a simple wind that could be handled easily. I selected a nice woodland stream to visit one that would give me pleasure even if the fish would not bite. I love seeing new growth in the forest, especially health hemlocks. There were lots of these little trees. A nice touch of color to offset the winter "browns".....
The stream looks a bit skinny here, but it tends to get deeper in spots. It has like all of out CT. streams changed with the high water events we've had in 2018. The brookies are there though and when your close to one with a fly they will strike.
A little jewel. The fish to have taken on their winter colors. Still pretty my friends.
With the heavy rains washing debris into the stream bottlenecks like this will occur. Places like this are fish magnets and if there are any sizeable fish in the stream they will find such places and keep them to themselves. Places like this are also fly takers. The branches you see are only half of what you can't see, but your fly will. I cast a fly into the area just beyond the red circled piece of wood. It floated a short distance and the trout rose, took and was hooked. A hefty fish was felt, the glass rod bent and I worked to get the fish away from that woody mess that I knew he was headed into. I managed to keep him away for awhile but my line snagged the red circled branch. I tried to free the line but couldn't so I took a few steps that would enable me to free it with my hand. Watch that second stem. The debris jam broke and I found my self up to my thighs in water. I managed to free myself only getting a little wet and I found that the fish was still on.
When I finally got it together I lifted this beautiful male brook trout. I took his picture and let him go into the cold water...a big smile came next.
I'm told you are supposed to show photos and writings of the previous year before the New Year starts. Well that's how some do it but not me. It was a fabulous year 2018 and some very good days outdoors were racked up. 2019 has just started and I hope it will match the results of 2018. So until I can get out fishing I would like to share a few photos from last year.
Caddis flies..they are probably found most everywhere, and fish love them. I like tying them because they are almost fool proof. No matter how rag tag you can put them together they work.
Have you ever had real good bacon. Bacon that comes in a slab with the rind on. If not please find a shop where you can get it. Take it home and slice it thick and enjoy.
This was the smallest stream I fished last year. In the pool below the culvert I observed two small brookies. There was no way I could get close to the pool to make a cast. So I went upstream of the culvert and allowed the fly to drift through it. I could not see the trout take but felt it on. I unfortunately lost it in the culvert.
A Connecticut "salter"?
Hooked by the slimmest of margins and still made it to hand.
I had a blast fishing for these last year. This guy from Candlewood lake took a Spruce fly.
Today is National Spaghetti Day. A very special day at my home.