Yesterday we had a nice little thaw going on, so Kirk and I joined forces to see if we could encounter a few willing trout to grace us by accepting our offerings. The weather was clearing when we arrived and the sun was making the air very enjoyable. The stream having accepted the melting snows did not in the least look off color but was bright and clear, as if the trout needed more clarity to know we were out and about.
This was the first pool I fished. The water runs fast and as it nears the large stone it creates a deep holding pool. The spot almost always give up a strike at least, and most times a brown trout. On the third cast, the fist two don't count 'cause they hit the stick that the "trout faeries" placed there. As the fly settled and I gave it a brief twitch I felt the strike.
I lifted the rod and suddenly this fish rockets out of the water and proceeded to give his best to try to win the battle about to happen. With cold water these fish seem stronger and after the 2 runs he decided to surrender. When I hooked the fish I knew it was a trout, most likely a brown, but at hand I was so pleasantly surprised to see a beautiful brook trout. I have not caught a brookie in this area for a good year and I was delighted to see them coming back.
The fly....this was used for most of the outing and accounted for all of the fish, which is one. I mixed in a few dries and wets but the only fish of the day was a brook trout taken on the third cast.
Kirk was also a one fish angler, he took a handsome brown trout further up the stream. As we walked back to our cars we decided to go and have a coffee and talk about a successful day.