Small Woodland Streams, Pure Treasures

Here in Connecticut we are fortunate to have many acres of state owned land. These public areas will always remain pretty much the way we see them now, with the exception of what nature does and that's OK by me. On these lands are many miles of streams, some good size and some just tiny flows. Many of these blue lines have fish in them, and many have wild trout. With some exploration you should be able to find the ones that have the necessary cold water that's needed to sustain trout.

This past week I fished several of these small woodland streams and for the most part found what I was looking for. Some of the trout were very small, I mean fish that were 2-3 inches. It was a blast seeing these brook trout swiping the bomber, all of them unable to take the fly. But on a few streams and in certain pools I was able to bring a few larger brookies to hand.

Looking into this pool I could not see any trout, but once the fly hit the water the pool came to life. The little brookies sprang from the rocks trying to eat the fly.

One of the bigger natives in the pool.

Wild my friends, an added plus to fishing the little waters.

The stream as it flows from down the mountain. Pools are formed like steps. While not every pool held fish a few of them did.

A small stream wild char. Incredibly beautiful. Its red spots trying to out do the blue halos.

These streams require time to fish. Trying to present the fly without spooking the pool can be a challenge, a challenge that is not always successful.

A deep pool filled with cold tanic water. It's almost like casting into a pitcher of iced tea. As the fly gets close to the boulder an eruption took place.

The brook trout proceeded to fight like crazy. He went down, to the right and left at one point going airborne doing a tail walk. Just has I thought the fight was out of him he went straight for a tangle of wood, fortunately I and the little 5" glass rod turned him back. As I lifted the monster from the water I could not believe his size. I placed him back into "his" pool, said thank you and in my mind I said I hope we'll meet again.