One of the blessings of living in New England is having the ability to pick a perfect day in Autumn to be out enjoying the countryside. Another blessing is to be able to fly fish on such a day. Angling on one, or two or in my case three of the many small streams in Connecticut that hold wild trout is surely a blessing. Such was a day yesterday. I met Kirk about 9 at the first stream. A wonderful little waterway that has given up its treasures in times past. The air was crisp with a good breeze causing the leaf hatch to accelerate, this is also part of the Autumn angling. The sun was brilliant, making me wonder why my sun glasses were in the car. We fished this stream and although we had a bump or two there were no hookups.
Perhaps the residents of this stream had other thoughts on their minds.
Is this something educated grown men do? Fishing in such conditions, as Kirk likes to say "obnoxious". None the less that's him in that tangle.
Kirk had taken several beautiful brook trout, and I had a few on but none to hand. My day was still one of those that stays with you for a long time. The time to leave was at hand, but I said I was going to stop on my drive home and fish one more stream.
This stream was first fished by me about the time my daughter was five, I won't tell her age but will say I have a grandaughter that's twelve. We used to come here for picnics and to wet a line. I have fished this stream since those days.
This stream has always given up wild brookies. Its waters run cool in the hot summers and it has those deep pools required for winter survival.
I tossed the fly into one of the deep pools, a short drift later and the trout hit. Heading to the bank I turned the fish around and put my hand into the water and under a beautiful wild brown. It's not what I had expected, but was welcomed. Look at the size of its dorsal.
Fishing further down the stream I was given the pleasure to take a brookie or two.
A great day of angling in Autumn, in New England.
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