Work horses...these two flies have over the past month have taken more fish than any fly in my box.
For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Showing posts with label streams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label streams. Show all posts
Monday, August 27, 2018
We all need a break like this.....
Jeanette and I spent the day poking around the Green Mountains of Vermont. Even if one does not fish a venture into this beautiful area will satisfy. We love to visit a co-op store in Brattleboro first and pick up some very unique trail and snack foods. Jeanette loves this granola mix that features a touch of brown sugar and blueberries. I like a trail mix consisting of almonds, sunflower and pumpkin seeds, raisins and cranberries with a touch of maple syrup. We have breakfast and off to hike a trail or two. The air was cool and the breeze felt fall like, but even though we still worked up a sweat.
One of the streams we spent some time on was running clear and cold. Those lovely creatures could be seen darting for cover.
A new blue line I added to my book. I have known about it for some time but never put the leg work into it. Well I did yesterday and it paid off. A report will be coming soon.
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Saturday, December 10, 2011
What Is.......Is Not
This post was supposed to be about the "Carrie Challenge ll" feature that was posted yesterday on Global Fly Fisher. But in the process of looking for photos of the streamer I found several photos that brought back some fine memories. Memories of fishing small streams.
As I viewed them the sights that they captured brought the experience back as if it were yesterday. I like many other outdoor people, we have cameras with us. Cameras to capture that something special. I take photos of most anything relating to my outing. Perhaps if I would keep my fly in the water, instead of taking photos my catch rate might be better.
A place like this is captured forever. I recall this 2007 outing ever so clearly.
This brook trout came to hand. Taken on a favorite wet fly. I didn't have the Picket Pin in my box at the time, but this one was given to me by the only angler I saw that day.
Can man build this?
This brook trout appears to show anger in his eyes, fearing the possibillity of being the evening meal. Not to worry my friend.
An evening camp meal for two. Franks and beans and chicken soup can taste so good at times.
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