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For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, November 3, 2014
Ausable Bomber.... "Rough Cut"
Saturday, November 1, 2014
A Halloween Blue Line
Halloween, the last day of October. This was a day to finally meet up with Mark and fish a small blue line. We have been trying for a long time to fish together but could not make it work with our schedules, and it all came together on the last day of October. The day started out sunny and bright with a definite crispness to the air. The skies then turned to a November gray, with the sun trying its best to work back in.
There were no visible signs of rising fish so I chose to fish a wet fly and that was a good choice. The brookies were on that fly in short order. Mark was using a yellow mini muddler, fishing it dry. He floated it through a long smooth pool. As the fly neared a large submerged rock a fish struck and missed. He returned and the second time was on.
So a decision was made to fish dries, and the first choice for me was the Ausable Bomber.....good choice.
My first fish of the day. This nice male took a wet fly drifted through a heavy riffle.
This is where the bomber made an appearance. Nice water, and they hit the fly well.
Bombers and brookies are like bread and butter.
I spotted this little fellow looking at me and wondering what I was doing. He sat there watching me for several minutes. Not feeling threatened he continued to observe.
He said I may as well have a snack while watching the show.
I continued to fish dries, changing to a Mr. Rapidan parachute. The fly worked very well. As the afternoon moved on I had to leave, but Mark continued to fish. It was good to finally meet and fish again.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
Seeking a Native
What motivates an angler to to seek a certain fish, not just today but almost every time he has such opportunity. I'm going to try and give you some of my thoughts on just what motivates me. Many of the reasons can be seen in the photo above. A still, late October morning while the forest is just coming to life. The stream as it continues its flow to the eventual meeting with the sea. A broken down rock wall, made by past generations to perhaps keep someone or something out, or maybe to keep them in. The colors of a tree, its foliage hanging on giving the anglers mind a chance to take it all in before its gone.
Many claim that seeking the wild brook trout that call this home is done so because of the willingness of this native to take any offering put forth. This may be true and the reason for this might be because he has learned that to survive for thousands of years in some of the most infertile waters he has to eat most everything that may float by.
What excites an angler when his quarry is so small? What is derived from sliding your hand into the water and lifting a palm sized collection of dots, and halos, and lines of camouflage? To slip a tiny hook adorned with simple materials of feather and hair from the native. To admire for a moment its absolute beauty and place it back into the dark swirling waters of its home.
That's some what motivates me to seek this native. My next brook trout will be just as exciting to me as my first. It never ends and I never tire.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
New Years Day 2015...start thinking
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