Today was possibly one of the ten best days on a small stream I've ever had. It seemed that everything was perfect. The weather was a ten out of ten. The woods were so quiet you could hear nature talk. The stream was cold and leaf covered, with the bottom so full of leaves of various colors that the fish blended in so well that even the bright sun on them did not spook them. There were several in plain sight of me and they remained there until I cast the fly to close and they darted for cover.
I fished one fly today for that was all that was needed.
These wild brook trout were colored to the max. They were tough and full of fight.
In this pool where the riffled water flows in I fooled several trout. The water was surprisingly deep.
A Connecticut native.
A beautiful stream..............
With beautiful brookies.
This was the last spot I fished this day.
And this was the last fish of the day. Man what could be better?
I put this fly in my box as I was leaving. Home now and the fly is in plastic and put into the journal.
