Morning, early morning is such a wonderful time of day. Such was the morning of Tuesday. I awoke at four and went for my first cup of Nantucket. As I sipped that black brew, I was thinking of where I was going to cast my first fly of the day. I knew what river I was going to fish , but not the section. After the coffee I proceeded to ready myself and put the gear in the car. I was on the road by 4:45. The sky was still dark as I drove to my destination which is about 45 minutes away. I stopped for one more coffee at Dunkin Donuts, drinking it in the car. I reached the river about 5:30.
I was greeted by this whitetail as I was going to park. He was in velvet and was content to feed on some lush vegetation as I watched him. He never bolted for cover as I watched him, and as I pulled away he continued to feed.
These next photos of the Farmington as the sun was breaking through were a scene to ease ones eyes and mind.
I chose this run to cast my first flies of the day. The fog hung over the 56 degree water as the sun tried to burn it off.
There were no visible rises and I was going to prospect with a Bomber dry. I worked the run and the pool below with no takers. I changed to a soft hackle, and achieved the same results. It was about an hour later that I started to see a few fish rising. They were taking a small fly or a very tiny spinner fall from the night before. I tied on a small cdc fly, which was the smallest fly I have and no takers.
Trying to compete with this little fly that they apparently love and I could not offer I put on a summer favorite, "a beetle". That was the fly.
I only fished a couple of hours, but it did a days worth of fine tuning my mind.
Fire on the water.
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Sounds like a nice morning, hopefully there was some cool air at that hour. Nice fish...I need to remember to use terrestrials more often!
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It was a great few hours. I got tired of trying to figure what they were eating so I reverted to some small stream flies.
Beautiful pics!
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I know you would love it.
Perfect way to start the day!!! Good job!!
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It sure was Pete.
Those first few waking hours, my favorite.
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It's such an innocent part of the 24.
Great shots and the fish are beautiful! Soft mornings like that are always a breath of fresh air.
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Welcome my western friend. Good to have you back.
Great images of the best part of the day. Could use more of those around here.
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We can't get enough of those days.
Fantastic photos Alan. The early morning bug is starting to bite more and more for me.
ReplyDeletehoward Levett,
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Only one cure Howard, scratch it.
What a nice fish....I have to get there sooner rather than later.
ReplyDeleteEd,
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Come on down.
You've got 56 degree water in this weather, you are indeed a lucky man and on such a beautiful river.
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Cold my friend, and wonderful.
Two wonderful trips, and you outdid yourself with the photos. Loved the morning shots, mist on the river. You've inspired me again: I'm going to get out before the sun comes up one of these mornings. Thanks.
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In some of the morning shots it seemed everything worked together.
There's an eerie, magical feeling of the Farmy this time of year. And, of course, some great fishing. Thx for sharing the pics.
ReplyDeleteSteve Zakur,
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The quiet stillness, and the dense forest along the banks make it hard to concentrate on the fishing.