Time is...

 I'm going to be taking a break for awhile. There are issues that come up in life and have to be dealt with. 

Thanks.

The shape of things....

We have been out and about this past week fishing and walking along several streams. Most of Connecticut's woodlands are coming alive with color in the form of mountain laurel. There are some incredible blooms out there. We have been graced with adequate rainfall and the streams and trout are in good shape. I took this photo of what was a highly productive run in the past. Nature has provided what is referred to "chop and drop"...here it is in it's natural form. Although it has taken away from an enjoyable spot to fish it will benefit the wild brookies in so many ways.

One of the outstanding features of the landscape is the fact that the color green dominates. And with that theme I chose green to highlight my outing.
 

 

The Cabela's CGR rod has a lovely shade of green. The caddis with it's pale green body matches the color scheme. But.....
 

it was the "bomber" that did most of the work on the stream.

 

An unusual sight. Looks like a few mayflies in an attempt to perhaps mate somehow got stuck on a spider web.
 

Here we are just before stopping for lunch, which that day was "old reliable" PB&J

Well we are back at it again today.....hope you'll be able to do the same.
 

 

Spey Flies

 Many times my fly tying takes place after sundown. Times such as 9 PM, and 3 AM. I'll just sit down at the desk and let it happen. I have been doing this for most of  my fly tying days. Why I do this I can't explain but one reason I can state is that there are no distractions. When a thought comes into my head I can bring it to life without any influences. I also like to have a little snack alongside me with a coffee or ginger ale. Wow ginger ale now there's a blog post, I love the stuff. I have been on a Chicharrones kick as of late. These salty and crispy snacks are a delight. Have you ever tried them?

I am not a master at fly tying and I will never be in the Fly Fishing Hall Of Fame. I will state that I love fly tying and that I am not afraid to try and tie any type of fly. One of my likes are the "Spey Flies"...these flies were originally tyed for Atlantic salmon over in England. They evolved and now are probably used more for steelhead then salmon. They are exquisite flies and so beautiful to look at. They also kick butt when called upon to perform.

 

Spey #1..tyed on a light salmon hook.

 

Spey #2...also tyed on a light salmon hook. This fly has been effective on trout.

 

This Spey fly is tied on a Sylvester Nemes hook. It also features a Jungle Cock eye.

 

Meatballs...everyone makes the best. I like them for lunch, with bread or just by themselves.

 

 

Yes it is more....

 More than a place, it's a being. There are few places where just walking about and observing can make a difference both in a day and in life. There is fulfillment that reaches the core of life. Such will be your satisfaction that if you allow it to shine through will reshape your thoughts. There is a place such as this and I have referred to it many times...."brook trout forest"....here be it next door or as Kathy Scott said it "we drove a thousand miles to fish for tiny native brook trout" brook trout forest has that ability to turn us back from the high tech, high price cost of fly fishing to that feeling we enjoyed in our youth of finding these little wonders in the stream.

Yesterday we took a walk through brook trout forest....

 

With the rains of late we found the streams to be in perfect condition. The forest is alive with the vibrant colors of late spring. Toads were abundant as were the woodpeckers and blue jays.
 

The mountain laurel is about to burst into bloom. In a week or so the woods will be in full decor with mountain laurel.
 

Waterfall magic....so calming.

 

A brookie super highway. One miss step and you'll know what I mean.

Be quiet in your approach and you'll be rewarded.
 

Graced by a wild brook trout taken on a simple fly of your creating, and your day is complete in "brook trout forest"