Coastal Streams Of Cape Cod

Red Brook is more than a stream to fish, it's a special unique waterway that holds one of New England's most beautiful native brook trout. I have been coming here for a lot of years. My wife and I find this place refreshing in both mind and soul. The 3-4 times a year we visit are truly highlights of our year...many times we've said you don't have to catch a fish here and you'll still be fulfilled.

This year we were given the pleasure to meet a few young men there. Geoff Klane and Justin Fleming. They hold the same feelings for these "salter" brook trout, and it shows. I have been fishing for trout, brook trout when I can. I have fished from Maine to Virginia and in all seasons of the year. I have been as ethical as anybody when it comes to angling. But I must say that this time I seemed to have done something not so good, at least by some people's standards. The impression I got was that I did not belong on the stream. I take this very deeply.

So with that said, this will perhaps be the last time I visit this beautiful area.

Jeanette Petrucci Photo

"Farewell"

A Walk About In Brook Trout Forest

We took a walk in the woods today. The thought was we might be able to view the fading colors of Autumn one more time before the curtain came down. We were able to get some wonderful glimpses in areas we walked, and I would like to share them with you.

There were more yellows and deep golds.

A splash of red here and there.

A trout stream...last summer this stream took a big hit. Low water and hot temps took a toll on it and I did not expect much would survive. Again I was proven wrong. As I moved to the stream I saw brook trout darting about. Oh how I love to proven wrong, and they sure did a number on me.

After a few hours in the forest an afternoon snack of hot chocolate chip-maple- and walnut cookies was a real treat.

A Special Gift

About the middle of September I purchased a fiberglass fly rod from "Cane and Silk". A beautiful and functional fishing piece. Since receiving this rod it has been in my hand on every outing.

Last week I got an email from Mike at Cane and Silk and it said this... "Hello Alan I just want you to know you will be receiving a package within the next few days. Compliments of myself and my side rod business. This past year I started doing this twice a year for customers that I feel deserve this bonus. You are the winner for fall 2016 Please let me know if you have any questions once received. Best regards Mike"    Monday I received the package and this is what I found.

A 4'10" glass rod, for a 2/3 wt line. It is a translucent color "Ice" with rust colored wrappings. A wood reel seat along with engraved sliding band. Mike also included a silk fly line which is something I've read about but have never owned. The line is complete, ready to go on to the reel. Included is silk fly line dressing and a tapered leader. I did not put the silk line on choosing to wait until the Spring.

I have fished this rod twice now including a trip to Cape Cod fishing for "salters" and it has performed flawlessly.

Thanks Mike.

As I Closed October

Often times you have heard me mention that Autumn is that "glorious" season. Well in that glorious season is the highlight of that  season and that's October. The month came to an end yesterday and luckily I was able to fish on the next to the last day. For the most part the leaves have peaked, and have fallen. The streams have been cleared of the floaters and dry flies can again be fished without a hassle. Cold nights have brought the clarity of the streams to brilliance. With the leaf canopy gone and super clear water the brook trout are even more skittish.

A "wishing well" a dry fly floated here with the wish of a take.

Walking along here it was nice to hear the stream talking. A sort of trance takes over and is suddenly broken by the rise of a trout.

It's great to hold such a remarkable creature, a survivor who looks to be in good condition.

So many places to hide..better be quiet.

Oh those hemlocks, brook trout magnets. I walk far upstream and let the big fly float slowly down until it just passes the hemlock. I see the wake of the fish and then the explosion. "Fish on"

October's finest,in this glorious season.