Sunday Kirk and I paid a visit to a stream that neither of us had fished since last spring. The stream has produced some fine brook trout in the past and we were excited to see how the stream and it's residents fared over the bad summer and early fall. Well we found out, and I'll tell you about that in a later post.
We then moved on to another stream to see if we could find some action. This stream is a beautiful little tumbling freestone that flows out of the hills. It has a variety of plunges, some very deep, as well as pools and my beloved riffles. We each fished an assortment of flies, from dries to wets and soft-hackles and nymphs. Just downstream from the riffles in the first photo is a culvert, in front of that culvert is a very small pool. I let my fly a Pickett Pin drift and soon I had my first fish of the day. It was a very small wild brown, and he was welcomed.
Some of what this stream is. As tangled as it looks it has some great holding places for the trout.
I came upon this nice slow moving pool. I still had the Pickett Pin on. Casting towards the large rock on the right I saw a fish come up for the fly. Having noticed several winter stones in the air I changed the fly and put on a caddis dry.
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| Photo courtesy of Kirk, RKM |
Fishing the pool the same way I fished the wet fly, I drifted the caddis the same way. On the third drift the trout rose and I had my first fish to hand.
A precious wild jewel...he was one several I would catch on the dry from that pool. It appears that this stream managed to survive.
