This is a place where you can find most of what you have been searching for. Here is a place where you are not judged. All that you see is real. Where what is seen and done is not scripted, directed or produced for vast audiences. This is a world that is closer then one would imagine. So please join me on a day I would like to share with you.
The lush green of a July morning. This day it was wet from a overnight shower.
The stream is fast here and flows into a deep undercut. These are places where brook trout lie and will pounce on food as it swings by them.
Taking my offering without hesitation.
A Kingfisher sat in the tree observing my goings on. He must have approved for the usual chatter of this fisher did not occur while I fished the stream.
How it piles up. Cold water and a hot spot together.
Odd looking red bug, make a note not to eat it again.
A small stream anglers dream. I observed several brookies rising. They were just braking the surface.
I managed to fool one. They do make a fuss when hooked.
Another open but tight spot. Is there a trout in there.
Yes there was.
I know when I saw this I was in for a treat. Places like this hold bigger fish. Many casts were made here without a response. Just as I was about to give up a rise and a take.
Not the monster I assumed would be in there but a nice wild jewel still.
My walk back to the car was gentle. Lot's of fine memories today.