For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Saturday, April 27, 2019
It Happened Again
Fishing these small Connecticut streams over the years have given up a few surprises for me. I have taken some pretty good sized brook trout and just when I was in a comfort zone as far as the size of the fish I have been catching I was shaken from that zone with a real rod bender. The stream was clear, the flow perfect. I started working my fly down through the run. First drift was in the middle, no takes. Then it was the right side where I had a fish rise and miss the fly. Then I drifted the fly on the left and as it floated near the bush tangle in the water I saw the fish chase and grab the fly. I did not see him again until he was almost at hand. The fish did his best to take me into the tangles, then he ran up and down. I was able to gain control and soon he gave up the fight.
As I brought him to my hand I was quite impressed with the size of him. He was truly the biggest brook trout I have ever taken from this stream. He was incredibly dark with lots of yellow spots. Photo taken and off he went. I just know I will encounter him again. Wishful thinking friends.
This is the average size of brookie from this stream. A prize on any day.
As I continued my trek upstream I was given a second surprise.
A very healthy brown took the dry fly. Over the years I have taken browns from time to time here. The browns have not had an effect on the brook trout.