Spring It's Here...

I know of no pleasure that is more conducive to digging within the ribs than true fly fishing, wading a river or brook alone. Man's greatest need today is not more human contacts, but an opportunity to be alone where the God of Nature can get a chance at him.

After all, the good things come from within, not without.   O Warren Smith.

On a recent outing I was greeted by what I would consider a true spring day. A day that dawned cool and cloudy. A day that within an hour or so turned sunny and bright, and with that sun a warmup began. The stream was at a typical spring flow, and various plants and bushes showed signs of green. The green really show up within the brown drab look of the forest floor.

My first trout lily bloom. That bright yellow flower really made me feel good.

Another thing to brighten an already wonderful start was this healthy brook trout. He took a fly near the surface and showed me how to put a bend in a fiberglass rod.

A semi-dry fly. Thread, coq de leon tail, peacock thorax and ginger hackle...simple.

This brookie is in the running for the most beautiful fish of 2020...it's early but just look at him.