Fishing Cape Cod....Wild Brook Trout..

Jeanette and I enjoyed a couple of wonderful days on Cape Cod. Wandering here and there in search of forest critters and native salter brook trout. The day started at Leo's in Buzzards Bay for breakfast. Chatter in the booths were of striped bass and such but no matter how close you listened the term brook trout was not mentioned. This area is a very big salt-water fishing destination, and for good reason.

After breakfast we headed for our first stream. As I sat gearing up this bus pulled in. I had a feeling and it was not good. They do an extensive amount of research on this stream and it's for the good of the sea-run brook trout who call it home. The instructor as well as several students got off the bus. The instructor came over and we talked for awhile. They were going to do some studies at the stream, and with waders on I knew it was going to be in the water. Soon another group pulled in, they were a different school, but with the same goal. I thanked them for their work and we got in the car and headed for stream two.

We arrived at stream two and found the parking area empty. I don't fish this stream with waders for the reason I don't enjoy hiking in them. Just some hiking boots, my pack and rod. We started up the trail and we soon stopped to enjoy a symphony of nature...birds singing, breezes blowing through the trees and flowers seemingly opening as we walked....this place is beautiful.

Stopping at the first access I quickly tied on a bucktail and cast into the current. As the fly briskly passed some weeds I saw the flash of a trout.

Three casts later he came back and slammed the fly. These trout are beautiful and they have incredible power.

You probably say how can a fish be so beautiful, coming from a stream with ties to the ocean. When at hand my time is limited for a quick return to the water is a must. But it's the quick photo that is taken that lets me admire the brook trout for as long as I want.

There were several ospreys flying about. A few of them had fish in their talons. I hope the fish were herring.....

As wild as they come......come enjoy our walk with us in the next few photos.

The sun, the reflection, and the grace of the brook trout.....

We went back to the first stream later in the day. The thought was that what ever research took place would all be a memory now to the residents. It was here where I cast a fly. It landed between the two log deflectors. The time the fly was in the water was measured in the blink of an eye. The fish went for the bottom and then leaped over the logs and went back under. In the back of my mind I said I will never bring this fish to hand. Several hard runs and I and the 3wt finally managed to bring the trout under control.

"Salter" brook trout

I did not lift this fish up, the fight was hard and I let him rest in the water. I believe this fish had spent some time recently in the salt-water. Those that fish this stream will recognize the area, and know how close to the salt it is. Many fish were caught and released theese few days but not one more memorable then this one. A truly remarkable brook trout.