Autumns's Treasures

For the last several days I have been out wandering a few small streams. The country is alive and vibrant with color. Color which seems to fading with each day.
The streams are full of crystal waters, flowing cold, and in places deep. These deep pools are holding residents waiting to start a new life cycle. There are a few who's colors rival natures unframed artwork along the stream. And if I'm quiet and stealthy enough I may be fortunate enough to handle one of Autumns Treasures.

A small tributary, who's waters have flowed throughout the year. Although somewhat small and narrow at it's meeting with the larger stream, further walking upstream brings about a larger somewhat wider waterway. Being a bit over grown with brush, providing shade to help cool and conceal its residents.

The "Picket Pin"..this old wet fly was the choice for this small stream. Size 12 and 14 are the most productive for me....14 being best.

As I sent the wet fly on its ride, being a short one on this stream, it stopped, yet the fly line continued. I thought a snag, but as I pulled the line towards me I felt the weight. The brook trout ran up and down the little stream, causing me to do some jumping to. In the end I was able to meet the trout. I admired him, and off he went.

As I reached what to be the widest part of this stream, the Picket Pin and I were given the pleasure of few more of Autumns treasures.
There are but few days left on the calendar that give this angler the opportunity to seek the brook trout in natures finest time.

They are in my minds journal, to be retrieved on a cold, snowy day.

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