Showing posts with label Wild Brookies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wild Brookies. Show all posts

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Nor'Easter, the Aftermath


On October 29th Connecticut experienced a Nor'easter like it has never witnessed.
The storm left as much as a foot of heavy wet snow which covered tree limbs, which still had almost full leaf cover. The trees cracked from the weight and took down wires. At the end of the storm 833,000 homes and business' were without power.
I had no power or heat for 6 days, and I was fortunate, thousands still had no power as of Monday. Restoration crews were here from all over the United States and Canada, for which I an very thankful.

This post is also about how a small stream fared in the aftermath of this storm.
As I entered the wood I could see some of the damage. Trees were down all over, many of them fell into the tiny stream. Leaves were in the water and covered the bottom like a mosaic art. Tree limbs floated down until they got hung up, leaves followed and created large dams. Some of these will be blown away with a heavy rain, but some will remain. They may prove to be beneficial, providing, deep wintering pools for the trout.
As I finish a cup of black Nantucket Blend coffee, hoping it takes effect to enable me to complete this post. I realize it's not me who is slow, it's my computer.





Some of the damage to the little stream.


I did manage to drop a fly or two in between trees and found the trout very hungry.


I was surprised to see this guy around. Several hard frosts, two snow events.... he's a survivor.


These are the flies that worked so well....Picket Pin, the one on the right is what they are supposed to look like, the other was retired after the long battle.


One of the rewards of small streams. He to is a survivor of many storms.


Natures reconstruction, for better or worse....time will tell.



Monday, February 21, 2011

Springtime 2010, Revisited


This is a small wild brook trout stream in Connecticut. It's a freestone typical of New England. It holds a good population of wild brookies who seem to never dissapoint me. While they are not fussy about what they will dine on, so fly patterns don't matter much, they can be very wary of whats going on streamside and will scatter if something's not right. Once the alarm bell is sounded, forget that piece of water for a spell and move on.

I fish dry flies most of the time on these dainty little waters, the Ausable Bomber being the number 1 fly. I protect these wild streams like my bank account, and treat them with respect.

This guy might have been selective that day, a reversed tied emerger is what he wanted

A beautiful wild woodland stream. Springtime in Connecticut


"Take a Break", lunchtime