I went home last Friday and paid a visit to my little stream. I had not been there since January where I fished it a couple of times in that month. Those times brookis were were found but they were far and few in small sizes. Brook trout are a lot like grouse, their populations seem to run in cycles. Some years good and some not. As anglers we accept that and continue to enjoy and be thankful for the time to seek them.
Well I was not prepared for what was to happen to me on this outing. The stream was fantastic, perfect flow, extreme clarity and some surface feeding trout. I did not hesitate in my fly selection, it was to be a "bomber"...when I opened my box to pull one out I noticed there weren't any....like the old saying, a "cobblers son has no shoes"...thankfully I had a few flies that were close and that's what I used.
Look at all that woody debris....wood is good.
The first brookie of the day. Took the dry and made my day.
More wood, this provided a sanctuary for the brook trout that held in the stream down below.
After many fish like this beautifully colored specimen a pattern was showing. The brookies were very plentiful and quite large in comparison to what I was seeing and catching a few months ago. "Where did they come from"
More of that wood. Trees that have been blown down do wonders for the natives who live in this stream.
They liked a dry fly this day.
Keep it coming, wood, wood, and wood.