For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Sunday, December 1, 2019
Well folks here it is December 1st. The first day of winter, meteorological winter that is. It will be a long time until we see fiddlehead ferns looking so green and pretty. In Connecticut we are about to get hit by our first winter storm and how appropriate it happens to come on the first day of winter. Well I'm of the mindset that I can't do anything about the season upon us so what the heck, "Get use to it"....
This place has been poking in and out of my mind since the last time I fished it which was about seven years ago. I can't really say why I have never returned there, it's not a far drive, it's a conserved piece of land open to fishing. Regulations state "catch and release", "artificial lures and flies single hook" open to fishing all year. As you can see it is a lovely stream and is pretty easy to access. Still I have not fished it....that may change this winter.
In this spot on the stream I talked about above. Back in February of 2013 I was fishing a Mickey Finn streamer. As the fly finished it's swing and stopped a big wild brook trout slashed it. A split second later he hit and was on. That brookie fought as hard as any fish I have ever hooked. Played out so I thought I reached for him and a sudden tail flap and he was gone...only a memory, a memory that still is in the front of my minds journal. I know that he is gone now. I hope I'll be fortunate to catch one of his offspring.
The Mickey Finn...In this day of modern streamers this classic seems to have taken a "back, back" seat...not with me, how about you?
The first day of winter, meteorological winter that is...Jeanette and I enjoyed this breakfast of "Makowiec" poppy seeded strudel...hot coffee and life is good.