A Reunion Of Sorts

Yesterday morning after several months I finally hooked up with an old fishing buddy. Kirk and I had chosen to fish a stream that holds wild brookies and has fished well for us and others. An issue was pressing me and I wanted to see if my thoughts on this issue would come true. I'll tell you the issue was "could Kirk still fly fish for native brookies with a small fly rod and the tactics needed to fish"...Kirk has been in another world, a world that included fly fishing for salt water monsters such as Albies, Stripers, and bluefish. Could he go from a 9wt to a 3wt? Yes he could and he did. Congrats Kirk on coming to your senses.

We started fishing and continued to fish for several hours. My only success was to have a fish rise to a bomber, I said fish not a trout for I did not see it. I think Kirk had several strikes but nothing to hand. Sounds like a lost day, not so. The beauty of fishing this stream is the fact that close by is a small country store that has one of the best cup of coffee in the state of Connecticut. And even if there were no fish, there was still that wonderful cup of coffee. After our break we headed to another stream. We had about an hour left and tried to get fish to hand. One of my most reliable winter patterns was called on "pinkie" as it's called was put into play. It did not take long and the first fish of the day was at hand. I managed one more and Kirk had on a beautiful colored brookie that was a bit tricky and threw the hook.

"pinkie" strikes again...a complex and difficult fly to tie but well worth it.

A day that had a little of everything......that's fishing in "brook trout forest"