For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
One Fine Day
A mid July day. I chose a little brook to walk up and to toss a fly or two. The morning was cloudy to bright and the sun when it glanced upon the stream gave an illusion of ice crystals. The stream flow was more than enough and it's temperature a cool 60 degrees. Walking along I saw brook trout darting about, it's amazing how the can vanish in a pool of crystal clear water. Multi colored ghosts. Two flies were used this day, and for that matter one would have been all that was needed.
Coming upon a pool like this I spooked several fish. I chose to just sit for 10 minutes or so and let things settle down. It was a good choice for it not only afford me the chance to fish a pool that I knew had brookies in it, but it also gave the knees a rest. It's places like this where I wish I had a cup of coffee, man would it have tasted so good.
I managed to fool 3 brookies in that pool. All as pretty as the one I photographed.
No words are necessary here, well perhaps one "simplicity"....