So when I fished here this week I did not know what I would find. Several places were changed with some of them dramatically. I found a familiar run and tossed my fly into it. I was thrilled when within a few seconds I felt the strike of a fish. The fish was a tiny brook trout. it stayed on for a few seconds and then departed. Moving upstream I encountered several more brookies and soon my first one to hand.
So although I have concerns about the wellness of brook trout I'm not worried about their future. For what I have witnessed in my short time around these creatures they will not be denied life by anything or anybody. But what we can do is make their life easier.....
This pool was right above the first photo. Now experience has led me to believe that brook trout will use a leaf jam like this for a hideout. If the fly come near it usually a strike will happen and it did. Question what type of fly is needed?
This is the wild brown I caught so many years ago.
The streamer is named the "Light Edson Tiger" it's material list consists of yellow bucktail, Wood Duck black and white flank feathers. peacock herl and red saddle hackle feathers. It can be tied with brass eye as Bill Edson used or with a jungle cock eye, or you can tie it without the eyes.
Here are three versions of the Edson Light Tiger. Top is plain, middle is with jungle cock and the bottom has brass eyes. And in the photo is an area where I have fished this fly many, many times.
In a pool like this you could choose a dry fly or a wet fly and be able to fish them both with equal success. The wet fly would probably bring you more activity where as the dry fly would bring you an explosive surface take.
The sub title of the book is "easy to tie patterns that catch fish" so true my friends. And the fly on the cover is a CDC elk hair caddis, enough said.
Such outings like this I remember so vividly, like it was just happening. In the series of photos I hope you'll find the same feeling of satisfaction and peace that I find out along a small stream.
We turned off the main road and drove up along a larger tributary. A few miles on that small road we came upon a bridge that crossed the stream. I sopped the car and got out to check things out when I heard two very large dogs bark. Looking about I saw a large fenced field, a small barn and a house. That is when I saw a man with the dogs coming towards me. The man introduced himself and said he was the owner of the farm. We talked for awhile and he spoke of the changes that have taken place over the many years. He asked if we were here to view the foliage and I said yes but also we were here to fish. He said he was not a fisherman but gave me some advice on where to fish. As it turned out his advice put me onto a beautiful stream.
Another jewel, this is where the caddis bit the dust and the real action started.