Sunday presented an opportunity to fish a beautiful wild trout stream for a few hours. So Kirk and I got together and did just that. We met at the stream about 9 AM and found its waters flowing, but in need of some rain. The skies were sunny and the air had a November chill. There was a breeze that brought both tree and land based leaves into the stream. We rigged up and set the plan. We were going to fish upstream, and then fish downstream some before leaving.
I tried fishing nymphs, wets and dries, Kirk choosing to do the same. In the span of three hours I managed a few hits, and a very small brook trout. Kirk fared somewhat better. So it was off to fish downstream. I fished the very first pool while Kirk went down. After working that pool with no luck I started to walk downstream. A few minutes later I saw Kirk coming back. He told me he just walked the stream and had to leave. After he left I sat down and took some photos of the sun working its magic along the stream. In the waning days of Autumns leaf spectacular I was about to take it all in.
The gold colored leaves can be seen through the water. It was in this pool just below the boulder where the cast nymph found true gold. The beautifully colored wild brown ran and twisted trying to shake the gold bead in his jaw. But fortune let me bring him to hand. A quick photo and he slipped into the stream and vanished among the leaves. Gold was found this day, in many ways.
