Sunday morning dawned with a bright sunny sky, and a promise of slightly warmer temps as the day progressed. Warmer is relative in the middle of December here in New England, but a few degrees in air temp can translate to a few degrees in water temps and those few degrees can make for fishing success in terms of activity to the fly.
I teamed up with Kirk and the plan was to visit a small stream in northern Connecticut. We had not fished here since first fishing it in late August. At that time the stream was low and while giving up a few fish it did not show us what it could be like in better times. Don't get me wrong I'm not saying that December is prime time for fishing, but what I mean is the water conditions as far as flow is concerned were almost perfect.
As you can see the water was very clear. The trout were aware of us long before a cast was made. While peering down into the stream you could see the bottom and everything that moved along it. What seemed devoid of fish the stream came alive as the "pinkie" drifted along. Suddenly there were little brook trout who were holding on the bottom darted for the fly. Watching this is almost as rewarding as hooking one of those wild char.
Drifting the "pinkie" in places as this I finally managed to hook a brookie. I had experienced several hookups before but this was my first to hand.
A Connecticut wild jewel. This guy was so spunky for a fish it's size. After releasing the brookie I continued to fish the "pinkie". The fly continued to attract attention and what I noticed was that the interest in it was at midway between bottom and surface. I reached into the fly box and selected a Smoky Mountain Fork Tail. Yes sir some dry fly action was in the back of my mind.
I worked a beautiful stretch of water and the Fork Tail did the rest. Many looks, a few takes, and finally one that got caught.
Fishing a small stream always excites me, and instills in me that special rewarding feeling that's hard to put into words. I can only say this the smile on my face when I held this brookie, a trout that took a dry fly in a clear December stream, would have been smile for the ages.
Kirk and I fished this stream this day, both catching fish. We enjoyed cups of hot coffee and tea along with some prime venison jerky. We ended the day stopping to check on a few other streams and headed home.
Looks like you gents had a fine day on the stream. Photos of the fish and scenery are just gorgeous.ReplyDelete
Pete it was indeed a fine day. School break soon and I have to take you with us.
so beautiful! that first shot looks like a painting! gorgeous!ReplyDelete
Lovely trout. Beautiful stream.ReplyDelete
It seemed to come together well.
Surely, amazingly clear and beautiful cold water. Those Brookies are indeed a treasure. Kudo's on the dry fly thing in December.ReplyDelete
Mel as you well know there's nothing like seeing a fish rise to the fly. And winter rises are the best.
Beautiful. I am always amazed and grateful to those fish willing to take a dry in unlikely situations.ReplyDelete
Jim Yaussy Albright,Delete
Jim those winter dry fly fish are a delight.
Good stuff Alan...you can't beat fishing a dry in December! The colors of those fish never cease to amaze me.ReplyDelete
Jeff your so right about fishing dries in winter.
I've been catching brookies for years and they still fascinate me.
Nice job guys! Who says you can't fish dries in December in New EnglandReplyDelete
Every month of the year, on a "Bomber"
Beautiful photographs, Alan! I love seeing the pictures you take of the small streams that you fish. The brookies you catch are absolutely gorgeous. Top water in December - Kudos!!ReplyDelete
Justin I enjoy bringing them to you. Love that top water stuff.
The water clarity is just stunning this time of year. The stones are so much more colorful when there is water running over them.ReplyDelete
It's absolutely gorgeous. But the brookies remain hidden in plain sight.