I moved a little downstream to another promising looking run and missed another fish then managed a decent brook trout. Crawling along the bank, I was face to face with lots of wild violets and other small wildflowers. From there I moved downstream a bit more to a larger glass pool. As I stood and observed from a long way away, I did see a few rises here and there. Using some taller brush as cover, I moved in behind the brush to camouflage my approach and make my way to the bank. Holding close to the brush I cast the bomber through the main current with no interest. On previous visits, I have seen fish rising in the tail of the pool up against some larger boulders. Using larger long backhand cast to stay hidden; I managed to drop the bomber within a foot of the boulders and drifted the rig along the rocks. Bang, down went the bomber, this time with authority. There was no doubt this was a sizeable fish for this tiny stream and this wild brown fought hard. In the end, I held another beautiful wild brown that once again reminded me of why I love fishing little streams for wild trout. It never ceases to amaze me that trout can be so hidden from view when in the stream yet be so vibrant and colorful when held in the hand.