October 1st...It Starts

I turned the page to October yesterday and was very happy to be able to fish for a few hours as we head into this wonderful season we call autumn. As I walked to the stream the air was crisp and the flannel shirt was a comforting buffer from the morning chill. There was a vanilla like smell wafting through the forest that made me feel good, perhaps someone's breakfast being cooked in one of the homes that are close. The morning sun as it glances upon the stream creates a mosaic that an artist would have a tough job of recreating. All of this happening within a few minutes of being there, and the best is yet to come.

A beautiful slick pool along with a small stream reflection. The waters here break into a deep section of water, a likely place for a brook trout to be waiting.

The dry fly drifted but a few inches before it was taken. Soon my first October brook trout was at hand.

A gorgeous little run. Along that section of woody debris was a brookie.

This one...

Another reflection. This pool was as quiet as any section on this stream. The brook trout were somewhere in its dark water. I was forced to go deep and try to get one to take.

The beadhead worked and this fine red spotted brookie was the reward.

We have not a rain in weeks, but this little spring was flowing nicely. It's cold water providing some volume to the stream. This is one of many that keep the stream flowing healthy.