Friday, September 10, 2021

"That Stream"


 We all have those places we fish that hold special memories. Those memories may be of the day and how beautiful it was or perhaps the memory might be of the fly we used. The memory could center on how productive the day was and maybe it was of the trout you caught.

This is a memory of a day and a stream that may be in the top ten of my days afield. I'm familiar with this stream having fished many times over the years. It tumbles down a hill through a deep forest of mixed trees. The maples and oaks and the pine and hemlock with a bunch of white birch thrown in. It's a beautiful stream any time of year but especially in the fall. There is a brief walk along a trail before it vanishes, then it's a bunch of boulders and roots with some briers to make it a challenge.

 

I fished that day for a long way upstream. The results were not glorious and be it a dry or wet neither got much attention from the wild brookies.
 

My goodness what a beautiful pool, so peaceful. I think those were my words to myself when I saw the pool that day. I had a bomber on and it was the first fly I tossed into the pool. It was several more casts before a fish rose to the bomber and missed. I continued fishing the bomber and got another response with a hookup that did not last. The bomber ran out of gas and I knew there were a few more brookies within the pool. I tied on a soft hackle, almost like a bomber in color but with a dark soft feather.. I cast close to the white water at the where it enters the pool. In a second I felt the take but as I pulled up the rod I felt slack. Picking up the line figuring to make another cast I could feel the fish on. Now either he was on all the while and I did not know it or it was another brookie that took the fly.
 

Either way I was soon holding a spectacular wild jewel, from "that stream".....
 

 

17 comments:

  1. So many memories, my memories are worn. So many streams. My childhood, my children's childhood, and now my grandchildren... Wonderful post, Alan; thank you.

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    1. mike
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      Mike so many memories it's hard to keep tract of them. The memories of the grandkids are special.

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  2. Absolutely wonderful post Alan! Yes, memories! May they never be stolen by time, old age (aka Alzheimers), or simple neglect! The Brookies in Connecticut still continue to amaze me!
    Dougsden

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    1. Dougsden
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      Doug I have been dealing with a memory thief for some time. Everyday a new memory is created and the old ones are brought back....

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  3. It was cool this morning when I headed down to the beach in search of stripers. Those fall colors will be here soon.

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    1. Shawn
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      Coll indeed, I love it. I hope the stripers were playful.

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    2. No stripers yesterday but the sunrise was fantastic. Later on I was fortunate to catch a brookie in a new spot. Just one and it was hard earned. But now that I know that they are there, I am sure that I will be back.

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    3. Shawn all in all you had a great day...investigate that stream.

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  4. very nice Alan ... but ... you haven't caught the same trout twice?

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    1. Armando Milosevic
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      Armando I don't really know if I caught the same one twice. Maybe I should find a way to mark them. Any suggestions friend?

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  5. You just made me want to head to a pool of brookies. Nice photos. =)

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    1. The River Damsel
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      Emily I'll bet you have many such pools where you live....go get them.

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  6. Alan
    I'm a firm believer in changing flies if one isn't getting a hit. Soak up the beauty of the stream and its surrounding even if the trout are not in the mood to hit. Thank for sharing

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    1. Bill Trussell
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      Bill I'm just like you. I'll change flies, but not to often especially if I have confidence in the fly. And your right enjoy all that's out there when we hit the waters.

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  7. Felt like I was there. Persistence, the switch up and bang! Looks very autumnal there. Just starting signs here in PA.

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    1. Ned Zeppelin
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      Kevin the photos are from an old post, but they relate to a memory. There is some leaf color but the real McCoy is still to come.

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