Here it is October, and the much need rains have started and will be present for a few days. Yesterday there was a lull in the action and briefly the sun poked out. I took a walk along a stream I had not been to since early July. The air was brisk with a true feel of fall. As far as color a few of the trees were showing early yellow and a maple or two showed some awesome red. Being damp and wet at times they sort of glistened and looked to ice covered.
I had a fly rod with me, a rod that I last fished, which still had the fly in its holder. I moved along the stream looking for the brook trout who in the past were all over this stream. I glanced at the places where I knew there was a fish that would strike at the first drop of the fly. Funny, they were still there. The summers dry weather seemed to have come and to my eyes didn't cause to much of a problem.
I'm not going to tell you that the run in the above photo produced a great deal of action. What it did produce is a memorable trout.