For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Saturday, October 12, 2019
An October Morning
As I'm writing this post I'm looking out my window at a large majestic maple tree that's on fire. The red and orange mix are gorgeous. It is a sight like so that gets me in the mood to look for a few brook trout. The other day in a soft rain I fished a lovey stream. Within it's quiet pools were brookies just waiting for that right moment to move forward with their mission to start the life cycle and renew it's population. The rain drop had a calming effect on me as well as the brook trout. So calming was this effect that I did not receive a bump from a brookie which I knew were present. As I moved and as the morning progressed the dinner bell was sounded and the brookies started feeding. Dry flies were working well and the selection used were very well known.
Full color on this one. Very healthy.
You just know that within this pool there has to be a fish. Actually there were two in there.
I would love to say that I brought the two of them to hand, that was not to be, but the one I did was worth it. A day to remember in this month of October.