Round two, same river… same characters…just about 8 months later.
Rivers haunt me…This one in particular seems to have no sign of man even though there is a road running along it and is smack in the middle of a state forest. In this outing, we did see footprints,but suspect they may be hunters as they did not linger around the water.
We definitely road the edge of how long this brook may be fishable. This is a pic of the upper section. Lots of shelf ice on the edges and only small windows to cast into. There were larger runs still fishable but most had some challenging consideration. This is a case where having an accurate cast is critical. A skill I have yet to work on. For those who do not fish ice. Snow and ice are instant snags. My poor casting quickly brought my need to move on to find open water.
Peder working a small pool.
we only caught a few fish. Although they were obviously hungry…
I had one fish hit my fly a half dozen times before it lost interest.I could clearly see the fish dart to my fly as it hit the water and actually had it on a couple times. I always find the hookset challenging with these smaller trout. Too aggresive and I launch them in the woods…tool light and they shake the hook. The range of our fish were 3-10 inches. I continued with my light sets and dropped fish, figuring it would be better than digging for one of those poor 3 inch fish out of a snow bank.
This one hammered it to save me a hookset.
I did the dark colors on some of these wild fish. Cave dwelling beasts!!!
I find these places to be like a magical fantasy world. A land that continues on when we are not there. A world ruled by brook trout doing their brook trout thing. The woods in the winter seems lifeless, but the river most certainly is not. The air temp was close to 40 degrees and we saw at least 4 different insects flying around. It was a real joy lifting these fish out of the water and see them nail our offerings.