Earth Day 2011 found me at the breakfast table enjoying some favorite fuel, and trying to decide what stream I was going to fish. Tossing a few back and forth I selected a small stream in southeast CT.
I arrived at the stream to find it almost in perfect condition. Its flows were good and the water clarity was crystal. The water temps were a bit cool though, registering 52 on my thermometer. The sky was in between cloudy and sunny.
I was going to fish a dry fly today, and tied on a Bomber and sent it on its way. After a few drifts a fish rose to the fly and missed. This was to happen many, many times today, rise and miss. It was almost as if they wanted to kill the bug, but not eat it.
I did finally manage to get a hookup and my first fish came to hand. A wild brookie.
A tree that grew in the earth, and succumbed perhaps to natures wrath. Now fallen across a natural free flowing stream, creating a bridge for chipmunks,and insects, while and ever so narrow strip of shade to provide sanctuary for trout fry.
A fine wild brook trout.
When I came close to this section of stream I knew that was a place for a trout to wait in ambush. Looking at it I also knew one could loose a few flies in there. I let the fly go and as it was swept into the dark undercut bank I pulled on the line to work the fly away from impending loos. As the fly moved to the surface a flash appeared from the dark bank and I was into a nice fish. A few moments later a beautiful marked wild brown came to hand. As I placed my wet hand under his body I could not believe this fish came from such small water. I quick photo and off he went.
The handsome wild beauty of this brown trout, dark spots, red spots, broad and healthy.
This Earth Day was very good to me. And I say thanks.
This guy was taken the other day. He slammed a Edson Tiger streamer. His stomach was full to the top with something.