For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Pleasure comes in many forms.....
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.