A Change, I think it's good.

It's been a few days since my last post, and I apologize. Sometimes some of life's nasties while small, when compiled can be a pain. With that taken care of I'll write a post.

This is an outing from last week Monday. It was a small wild trout stream that holds both brook and brown trout. In this particular section the brown has always dominated both in numbers as well as size. But in the last year I've noticed a slight change. The brookies have become more numerous and the size has increased. You can take many small browns, I mean small, some being only 2 or 3 inches long. But the brookies of that size have never been caught. The brookies that I have caught here have been good sized, and some quite thick.

In this section most every time a fly is cast a brown will take the fly, it just looks like a place that would hold a brown. But lately I have taken brookies here.

On this day I fished a Black Fly. It's a simple pattern requiring just black dubbing and palmered black hackle. It is almost impossible to see the fly on the water, but the trout see it perfectly, and they kill it. This simple fly pattern is about 400 years old. This handsome brown liked the looks of this antique pattern.

In this run I quickly hooked a nice brown. But his intentions were different than mine. After a brief look he was gone. After several more casts and the same amount of rises and misses I finally had a solid hookup.

A fine looking brook trout took the black fly, and began a dance like a rainbow. He jumped several times, and ran for cover. When he came to hand I could see it's beauty. A quick photo and of he went. After taking a trout that causes so much of a disturbance in a run I generally don't try to fish it again, choosing to rest it for awhile. On this day I didn't, and continued to float the fly I couldn't see.

Almost in the same spot where the brookie hit, this brown struck. They are getting along so it seems....as long as they are of similar size and bully mentality.