Does It Ever Get Better?

One day last week I ventured into the forest to seek out solitude and and willing brook trout. The sun was piercing through, its rays touching the wet hemlocks and giving the look of smoke dancing through the woods. The night before the area had received several heavy rain showers which had brought the stream up a bit. Moving along the forest I found myself slipping several times on the wet logs, luckily I never took a spill. The flies of the day were selected at home the night before and they were all dries, keeping it simple.

The seasons changes while not pronounced still can be seen. The little pools and riffles held the wild brook trout I was seeking.

The rod I selected to bring that day was a Cabela's CGR 6'3" 3wt.' I've had the rod for some time and thought why not try it on a small stream. As usual I had no problems with it and even though it was a bit longer than what I was accustomed to.

To sit at such a place, have a coffee, a few PB&J crackers and just reflect.

And when the opportunity presents itself you be graced by one of these wild jewels. Does it ever get better, I think not.