Wild Yellow Flowers

"I'm going fishing" does not mean "I'm going catching"...this became true to me one recent outing. Walking to the stream I encountered some very sunny and happy looking wild flowers. Their yellow petals reaching outward as if to say welcome friend. Upon seeing them I just knew this was going to be a most wonderful day. The woods were wet from a previous rain shower and had that unmistakable smell that must be experienced to describe. I reached my first run of the stream and cast the fly. It drifted as many a fly has done previously and had gone unnoticed. This no response issue continued for an hour or so. Several fly changes did not help and I was looking at a white striped black critter for my efforts.

I came to this spot and thought that the log would be a good place for a brookies to hide. I made a cast and allowed the fly to drift as close to it as possible. Suddenly a brookie rose to it and missed. I was excited, imagine getting excited over a miss, well it was that kind of day and it felt good.

My next cast led to a rise and a hookup. Soon a nice brookie was at hand. I'm not sure if this was the same fish that missed the previous offering, but it felt good to say goodbye to that "critter" on the bank.

Taking several more casts into that same run I took a second brookie. When it came to hand I was able to admire this beautiful hen...she was awesome. Two brookies in a matter of a few minutes from the same little hole. A big accomplishment maybe not to some. But for a small stream angler it's the cap to an outing that started with a bunch of wild yellow flowers.