Home Sweet Home

Walking along the trail the morning after heavy showers went through. A calm quiet took hold as I moved through the wet hemlock and laurel. The air was cool and still with the sun trying to break through the tree canopy. It was eight o'clock and it seemed as if the creatures of the forest had slept in for I heard not a sound with exception of the stream. The trail was familiar, one that I had walked many times over the years. Stopping for a few moments I said to myself "it's good to be home"....The little stream is what I consider to be my home waters. It's a stream I have fished for over 20 years and have always been rewarded for doing so in many ways.

Clear cool water flowing into a nice pool. A small cobble bottom and a strong hemlock looking over. A fly drifted and worked through it has got to be eaten.

And it was. The first wild jewel of the day.

The forest is lush and so green. A pleasure to see.

A pool I am so familiar with. I can always be certain that a brookie will be sitting right where I drop my fly, that doesn't mean that I'll catch him....

...on this day I did. What a pleasure it is to hold one of these.

A bit to thick to fish, but a great spot to observe. I saw a water snake moving upstream in search of a meal.

The last brookie of the day and a gorgeous one at that....One fly was used today, can you guess what it was?

Walking back to the car I had a feeling of peace that I can't put into words...I hope you all will experience that feeling soon.