The water tumbles rapidly over the boulders of the stream, something it has done for years.The plunge pool it creates is a haven for the adipose finned fish that live in it. The water is cooled naturally and that holds the oxygen so vital to life. There are many shades and colors in the pool as well as currents that vary from mild to swift. The bottom is a mix of boulder to fine gravel with sunlight to highlight it all.
It is here that the little wild char call home. If one stands still and looks into the pool they can observe life that has been for centuries. Little green streaks can be seen darting grabbing bits of food. Times are indeed bountiful at this time of year.
As I stand near the stream, holding a simple fly, one of dubbing and hackle. I toss it into the swirling water and it twists and turns. A heartbeat later a rise and a hookup, a hand and a wild jewel. The fly removed and off it swims.
Feeling philosophical this morning and wondering why I find streams, woodlands, and small wild fish so fascinating while everyone else thinks I'm nuts!ReplyDelete
Mark I'm right alongside you. There is so much more to it.
What you just described in your post is what makes small stream fishing so appealing. Thanks for sharing
Bill that only scratches the surface. Wish all could experience it, even if only one time.
so pretty, clear and colorful!ReplyDelete
Theresa it's like liquid ice with natural colored sprinkles.
Great pictures as always, and I enjoyed how you succinctly captured the beauty of small stream fishing. Thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
Simplicity, the act and the love.