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Until I get it together and can type with more than 1 finger I'm going to post a favorite photo of mine. I hope you will enjoy.

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Just want to let you know that I have not been responding to my blog comments or to yours. I came down with a kick ass case of the gout. It hit the other night and has affected my right hand primarily the joint above my index finger. This makes my typing as well as my work with the mouse a bit of a challenge. I have been reading your blog posts and will comment as soon as this bout ends.


Alan

"Little Rivers"

A little river, more like a very little river. What one might call it is alright and the fact it has been here perhaps since the last ice age with so little change is OK by me. This day found myself walking about, trying to find some willing fish to take my offerings. One would have to agree with me when you look at them that they are indeed hard to pass up. The small soft hackles were cast upon the small run, and as always something new was to fall upon this angler.

As the fly moved between the first set of stones a trout rose to take the fly. He missed the first time but continued to swipe at the fly several times stopping as the fly reached the second set of stones. Again I cast the fly and again the trout swiped and followed. I changed flies and sent the second soft hackle into the stream to do business. The first drift brought no response, but the second drift was to much to resist. The brook trout again hit the fly as it drifted just below the surface, but failed to take.

This cat and mouse type of fishing took place over about 20 minutes. The sun was now starting to filter through the trees and I said to myself if I'm going to take a fish here it would have to be soon. I looked into the fly box and pulled out a Gray Wulff, tied it on and cast it out. Just as the fly drifted through those first set of stones the trout rose. He continued to do so until the fly drifted between the second set of stones. The fly stopped just beyond and I saw the orange flanks of a brook trout rise, swipe, and a hookup. Moments later a fine brook trout was at hand, a quick pic and off it went.

Now I can't say for certain that it was the same trout that I had been fooling with for almost a half hour but I wouldn't doubt it. Another reason why there is magic in fishing "little rivers"......

You might find this interesting.

The July/August 2014 issue of Eastern Fly Fishing has two fine articles on fly fishing for brook trout. One article takes place in the Rangeley Lakes region of Maine. I have considerable experience on these waters and I can tell you it's well worth the read. The next article is written by Mike Valla and covers a wilderness area of the Adirondack mountains of New York. Mike's article puts focus on pond fishing for brook trout in the manner of times gone by. Pick up a copy.

This is a fly that's not talked about much in the blogs, forums and magazines, but I have a feeling it is fished more than talked of. The Lime Trude is a fly that I fish and most times when I do it will bring one to hand. There is another version of this fly it's the Royal Trude. 

 

 

Oh those mountains. We spent a beautiful day in these northern mountains. My friends let me tell you there is beauty in them mountains, and brook trout. Stories in a future post.