|Mid November pool|
The air temp when I looked out at the thermometer on the deck Tuesday morning was 28 degrees. There was skim ice already covering the pond, and the resident Kingfisher was screeching his displeasure to not being able to get his breakfast. This cold spell is not unusual for mid November in New England, why I'll bet our friends to the north are skiing now, oh well. I had a good bowl of oatmeal and several cups of Nantucket which got the motor running. Put my gear in the car and headed to the stream. By 10 the sun had warmed things a bit and there were even a few midges about. I fished my standard assortment of flies and they brought nothing. In two hours of fishing I had managed one brookie to hand.
I decided to fish another stream. The water was on the low side, but upon moving further upstream I found many nice deep pools that held fish. The bright sun had these guys on high alert so movement at a slow pace was a must. Oh how I love this fishing. It was past 1 PM when I noticed the first rise. Several more and I promptly tied on an Adams parachute. The fly was a 18, which is the smallest I had. I sent it off and it quickly brought a response. Failing to hook the fish I continued to fish the Adams. That was the last of rising fish. I tied on a soft hackle and worked the pools especially toward the banks. That method finally gave me a reward.
|Small stream beauty|
The true reward today was being able to fish such a beautiful place.
When I got home, as I walked up the stairs from the garage I detected a wonderful smell. Jeanette had baked a walnut bread. What an ending to this November day.
The bread along with a hot cup of coffee would hit the spot. I haven't fish an Adams that small, but when the trout are finicky small seems to work best for me on the tailrace. I have landed rainbow here with a size 18 coachman. I don't like to fish small dries if it that is what it takes to get the hit then I will use it. Thanks for sharing
A size 18 is probably the smallest fly I fish. I have a few that are smaller but don't fish them because I can't see them.
Nice day to be out for sure!ReplyDelete
From mid morning, and the afternoon super.
Parachute Adams are tough to beat on moving water picky trout when they are surface fishing. Had many good days on this fly when I spent more time stream fishing. Coffee and Bread for me, please!ReplyDelete
It has that profile that sits low in the water. Seems they can't resist.
it sounds like a true November at is finest. Hope you get a few more of these days before the snow flies...........Phil
Phil it was a beaut! That white stuff is not far behind.
It sure was.
Ooh, walnut bread. Yum.ReplyDelete
I'm taking orders for Christmas.
That all looks delicious.ReplyDelete
For sure Pete. I think I'll have a piece.
Love walnut bread. No wonder everyone likes the blog. Just the right amount of great photography, beautiful fish and walnut bread!ReplyDelete
Fly fishing and life in its simplest form.
I think I said it once already on here "you sir, know how to live life". I can' think of a better way to spend a great November day.ReplyDelete
We have to make the most of each day as best we can.
Day after day...Keep stretching out this beautiful Fall.ReplyDelete
Jim Yaussy Albright,Delete
I'm trying to do just that.
Wonderful shot of the steam and fallen orange leaves.. and the walnut bread sound delicious!ReplyDelete
As I walked up the stream that scene caught my eye.
Brookies and walnut bread?Food for the soul!ReplyDelete
No argument from me Walt.
Beautiful. This is a great blog. I've done some small stream fishing for wild & native trout in New Jersey with a friend this year. I will certainly enjoy following your blog and it will help us tune us into more of this form of fishing, blogging about it, photographing it.ReplyDelete
Bruce Edward Litton,Delete
Bruce welcome. I hope I can continue to provide the same in the future.
Your day speaks of tranquility to me Alan..ReplyDelete
Mike the same feeling applies to me.