I've been doing a bit of motivational reading of late, with the motivators being several fly fishing blogs written by fly fisherman who actually know how to fly fish. Not being one of them, (the knowing what you're doing part), I did however decide to forego a boating morning to get down the ultra-lite fly rod from it's summer resting place and have a go at some brook trout in a local spot.
After about a 25 minute hike in I came to the head of the brook in a dark area dappled by some sunlight underneath a canopy of evergreens. The small pool looked inviting and my first cast resulted in a slight hit on the fly. Another cast , another hit but nothing more after that. Clearly whatever was there was not going to be fooled again.
Working my way down stream I had several more hits with one brought to hand. Finally reaching the end of the run I came across a small wooden bridge just before the brook dumped into a small pond.
Underneath this bridge would surely be the perfect hiding spot for some wary brook trout. but after a good bit of, what seemed to me, to be perfectly reasonable invitations for my elusive prey to spring forth from it's lair, nothing...
But so it goes sometimes.
Perhaps another time, in the cool of the autumn, I would have what I certainly needed most, better luck.
Oh yes, the only fish I brought to hand?
Not exactly what I was hoping for.....
We went to Island Falls as kids and my Dad made us some homemade fishing poles out of tree branches and twine. They worked pretty good. I caught a sun fish at pleasant lake with it. I was so excited, then he took us to his favorite fishing spot as a kid. A little brook out in the middle of nowhere. The mosquitoes were ferocious and we kids didn't catch a thing, didn't even see a fish go by, but my Dad had the touch I guess, he kept pulling in all these baby trout, one after the other.I couldn't believe it. We never saw the fish go by, I guess they blended in so well with the coloration in the brook that they were invisible to us. We took all his trout back to the cabin and fried em up. Great memory.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great memory! I have ties to Island Falls as well, my mother was born there and we often visited my grandparents who lived there till the day they died..thanks for the memory!
DeleteThat's a great looking stream. And I would have given up a Nantucket Coffee and a Blueberry muffin that there would be a brookie under that bridge.
ReplyDeleteA fine day penbayman.
Thanks Brk Trt..I'm sure you would have been able to lure any brookie out from under that bridge if they were there.
DeleteI like hearing about your fishing adventures. Though I haven't fished in years, I did every day as a kid.
ReplyDeleteNot much of an adventure this last trip but I sure do appreciate your visits and comments..thanks and my best to Kelley!
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