An October Day

As these days of October wind down, the nights are cooler to almost frosty, and the days find themselves in the 50's. One day last week found me on a wild trout stream. This stream flows through some beautiful countryside, its waters so very clear. The fly selection was one of southern origin, The Yellowhammer, the fly was given to me by Apache Trout, a fly fisher who just returned form North Carolina.

I dabbed some flotant on it and sent it on its way. The fly is designed to be fished as a wet fly and thats the way it worked best. At the end of the drift I allowed it to just sit at the tail of the pool for a second, when the fly was moved foward with the retrieve all hell broke loose. Orange fire could be seen from the belly of the brook trout as he tried to eat the fly. When brought to hand and admired, then sent on his way, that beautiful image remained. I never tire of those wild wonders.

As I walked the stream several brook trout could be seen on their redds, with several of the males competing for the right to mate with a lone female. I passed up on the opportunity to drift a fly through and let nature take care of the future.

A beautiful orange bellied brook trout

A brook trout lies at the tail of the pool.

A wild wonder who was fooled bt The Yellarhammer.