For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Sunday, July 19, 2020
I'm Still Here Friends....
Blueberry pancakes, breakfast was good. I managed a photo before the end. Most times a full plate of pancakes would be presented but for us in the real world the end of breakfast is the most fulfilling part. Summer is upon us and its not holding anything back. We have experienced heat, humidity and a lack of rain. This is part of life in New England and it's pretty much accepted and that's because we can't change the forecast. I have been fishing over the last week but it's involved a lot of driving. What I do is follow the thunderstorms in an area that I'm willing to drive. Thunderstorms can lay down a lot of rain in a short period. This helps the small streams. I'll try to time my fishing so I'm there the day after a storm. I usually find ample water and if the water temps are cool enough then I'll fish.
This is a stream in western MA. The day after a storm laid down some water. From what I could see this stream has been like this for some time, so there is probably water entering it from somewhere else. I'll use an old time map to see if I can find the source...then I'll see if I can borrow a good pair of legs and actually find it.
Basic soft hackles have been working fine.
A salter stream on Cape Cod...I missed this years spring outing because
of all the covid stuff. But come October-November I'll be here again.
A little personal information to pass along to you good people. Meatballs cocked in a fine tomato sauce should never be eaten the same day they are made. Meatballs along with the sauce they are cooked in are like fine wine. Aging is necessary to bring out the exquisite taste of both. If not what you wind up with is "grape juice" and "meatloaf" This lovely lunch of meatballs and old bread with a sprinkle of Romano is from a batch I made several days before they were served...