For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, April 22, 2013
Saturday I fished a small blue line, one I haven't fished for some time. The early morning rain gave a sparkle to the woods and the new greenery seemed to glisten. Wet spring woodlands have a smell that is hard to describe. Hemlock and fern mixed with flowering bushes along with damp earth combine to hold an angler captive.
It did not take long for the Picket Pin to strike. The brook trout wasted no time chewing the fly.
I had several hookups but they resulted in short distance releases. The fish seemed to be holding in the faster currents.
Several more strikes later I had the pleasure of my first brookie to hand. He would be the first of many. Take notice of the full bodied fly in his lip.
Spring woods. A Trillium wet with rain lies sleeping, waiting for the sun to wake it up. This wild flower is one of my favorites, and in the trips ahead I will take many photos of its beauty.
In this run, along the debris of wood, and leaves. The fly started to slow and hang in the current. In a heartbeat hell broke loose.
Moments later I held this handsome wild brown. He was so heavy with spots they seemed to jump out. Take note of the fly, it's getting thinner.
A Wild Brown
This photo represents a thin blue line. A wild trout stream. This is one of my favorite places on this stream. It is brook trout forest. And it is in this section that a wild jewel was to come to hand.
Wild Brook Trout
Not much peacock herl left on the fly.
The fly of the day. A Picket Pin, tied without hackle. This allows the fly to ride deeper in the water column.