Brookie Love the Final Installment

So Geoff and I are alternating fish as we fish up river.  The trout are exactly where one would expect them to be and the fish are willing participants as they pounce on the elk hair caddis whenever one drifts by.  Some times the fish are so small they can't even fit the fly in their mouths.  After fishing for a while we come upon a deeper pool and its Geoff's turn.  He immediately hooks the first brown and as we are both watch the battle a small submarine emerges from the depths of the pool.  At first I can't quite get my mind around what I am seeing as it doesn't jive with the creek size.  Since I can't embed Vimeo I have provided the link if one wants to see the ensuing encounter.

Back in the Game

I haven't been able to do video for a while since my old battle wagon of a computer couldn't handle the data load.  Well after saving up for a while a new computer has been procured and I am back in the game.  So here is some footage from last year, albeit short in duration. 

 

Brookie Love

While on our yearly fishing trip to the fabled Delaware River we hit a small brook trout stream on the way home. There is something deeply special about brook trout fishing in a small stream.  Maybe a part of it has to simply do with that fact that this is the type of fishing that I cut my teeth on growing up although with worms and not a fly rod.   Fishing such small intimate water that demands short but precise casts that are consistently rewarded with the eager take of wild brook trout filled me with immense satisfaction.  Part of that satisfaction had to do with the casting and another just marveling at the stunning beauty of our native trout.  Well that's enough of my spewing I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.  Also there was a bit of a surprise in this little creek more on that later.