Yesterday I paid a visit to a stream I first set eyes to several weeks ago. On that day it was cold and blustery with ice and snow still in force. Marking some good looking spots I was determined to come back. I reached the stream about 10 am, later than I wanted, the reason being I went left instead of right and had to drive a long way to get back to where I wanted to be. The stream is located in the Berkshires of Massachusetts and in places has a pretty steep gradient. The pools were deep and some of the runs were impressive, and looking at it you knew it had brook trout.
There is a special kind of anticipation when one casts a fly on new waters, a feeling of opening a gift at Christmas. On the third cast I had a hit. Two or three casts later another hit. Finally I had my first hook-up.
This little guy was responsible for those hits "tenacious" indeed. This was the size trout I had taking my flies, he was one of many, many.
The stream was to nice to only hold small brookies. There had to be bigger fish somewhere. There was and I got a few of them to take. Look at all those hemlocks.
I started taking brookies like this. "Kiwi" look at that fly.
I had a big brookie swipe a streamer alongside of that boulder, I will try for him another day. My outing was cut short because of rain. I only fished a small section of stream and I have much more to explore.