Take The Time

While fishing the many small streams I have found some interesting items. Most are pretty common such as old bottles, baby carriages, old farm plows and such. While stopping to look at them my thoughts are of what's behind them. Were they owned by people of wealth, farmers, hard working factory workers. Were they abandoned there for what reason.

I came across this old chair. It was near a stream. Being positioned in such a way it appeared to be used for relaxing. I wondered how many sunrises, and sunsets the person who sat there enjoyed.

A bit of Connecticut history. Those days when schools like this educated children of the new country.

I could have driven a few miles north and crossed the Connecticut River on a bridge, but chose this method instead.

The Tryout

Well the other morning I took my streamer cross The Mickey Pinn to the stream to give it its maiden tryout. I wish I could say that it put in a stellar performance and brought many trout to hand. That was not the case. While it did manage to bring several hard hits, I only managed a single brown to hand. I have not given up on the Mickey Pinn just yet. I will modify it a bit and give it another workout.

The outing was a success in many ways though. I managed to have the chance to play hide and seek with this whitetail. It tried several times to cross the stream. It walked into the water, saw me and then retreated back into the high grass. This happened several times. Finally it realized I was not a threat and crossed the stream.

Wild flowers. A field full, all the same. This one with water droplets on its petals. Life is good.

So with the streamer in the box, I reached for my friend The Bomber. I tied it on and sent it off to search. Within minutes a brookie was at hand.

A beautiful Connecticut freestone stream.

And one of its jewels.

A "Bomber" brookie.

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Morning Streamer

Your probably wondering what this egg has to do with a fishing blog. You know me to. It's just that its early and the coffee has not taken hold. I guess the egg will come into play later.

Well back to fishing, well fly tying that is, fishing will come after. I tied this streamer up yesterday incorporating several good materials, fish attracting materials that is. It's tied on an old Mustad Sproat 38941 size 10. The body is peacock herl, with a squirrel wing, and yellow and red hackle fibers.

Another view. I'm hoping it will work, especially if there is somewhat higher waters.

Now back to the egg, well not yet. Bacon first. Is there any thing better than good smoked bacon frying in a pan. Its getting crispy as I type, and the smell is almost to much to continue.

Now the egg. I know this is not part of my reformed diet, but once in a while I fall off the wagon. Well I think I'll finish breakfast, and go fishing.

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I Should Fish This Stream More Often

I did a post on this river last November. It's one of the more picturesque streams in Connecticut. The photo above was taken in January of this year, the last time I fished the stream prior to yesterday. I spoke of this streams restoration effort for Atlantic salmon, and the potential to possibly catch one of these precious fish. But in reality the river is more likely to give up a few trout and the salmon parr or smolt.

I met up with Kirk in the morning to fish this stream for a few hours. The stream was up a bit from the heavy rains of the day before, and a bit off color.

I could spend hours on this stream just casting a fly. I don't care if I didn't even get a bump. Just being there is pleasure enough.

Bridges, and the waters above and below are like magnets to me. I have to fish these places. I was on top fishing off the bridge with a streamer, an Edson Tiger. On one of the casts as the fly drifted under the bridge I saw the line stop and go tight. As I took hold of the line I felt the fishes weight as it started to move across and down stream. As I put tension on the fish I felt that slack loose feeling....gone. I retrieved my line and the fly was gone.

I continued fishing, picking up a few salmon parr, and these, wild browns. At this time I was fishing a Picket Pin wet fly.

While fishing a smooth spot near the bank the fly was left hanging in the current for a few seconds. As I began to retrieve the wet fly I felt the fish take. After considerable persuasion I brought this beautiful brook trout to hand.

I have to make a point of fishing this river more often.

Kirk, (RKM), trying to decide what fly?

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