Wednesday morning Kirk and I decided to fish a stream I had not fished in years. It's a nice stream with both stocked and wild fish. Are plan was to use the same flies that have been working for us the past few weeks. Cast after cast and not a bump. We worked downstream and each pool and run produced nothing. I trail walker came buy and told us of the destruction to the stream caused by the hurricane last year. A further comment made was the fishing has not been the same since.
Well with his comments and the lack of interest paid to our flies we made the decision to fish another stream. This one is somewhat smaller, but with good water flows and wild trout.
The first few pools we fished produced the same results, no interest, I was beginning to loose confidence in my number one fly "The Bomber" and in this case a "mini Bomber". It's a Bomber tied on a 18 hook. As the sun came out and the temps rose,a warm sun feels good on my 100,000 mile bones, the trout soon looked up and a good day began.
Both Kirk and I brought awesome colored little brookies to hand, and several I told you I Don't care for those hard bugs rejections.
We also took time to rebuild a few wonderful undercuts and deep holes. These were just full of stream debris making them useless to the fish. So with some tugging, and pulling we restored several sanctuaries.
This particular undercut gos quite away in. It has good flow and should keep a few brookies safe. You would not believe the amount of debris that came out of there.
I don't know what this is, I hope it's from this earth. It was in the leaf litter from the stream. Maybe I should tie a few?
A precious wild brook trout. I know the work we did today and will do in the future will make is habitat better.
It got to be a certain time and I had to leave, not good because the trout began to rise. Kirk was going to stay. We both said good day and I started walking out.
On the way out I was to fish a few of the areas we liberated. The first one I fished soon told me it worked. The swift current took the"mini Bomber" under the bank and caught a root. That was the only "mini" I had. So I tied on another fly and continued.
I came to this run where Kirk had commented such a great run and I have never had a hit in there. I let the fly drift and was surprised when on the second attempt the brown took the fly.
