July 5, 2011
This evening I decided to explore a brook that I had spoted back in May. There was some nice looking water upstream of where I entered and so I headed up. I found several plunge pools and log jams with some depth but in each there were no response to the Ausable bomber. After heading upstream for a while, I decided head back to where I started and explore downstream. As I headed down I spotted a long, dark, tanin stained pool that looked like it had some depth against the opposite bank with some branch and root tangles in the deeper sections. As I observed for a while I could see some tan caddis in the air along with some small olives. It is rare that I see any insect life on these mountain streams, so I considered this a good sign and settled into the tall grass and brush to see if I could spot any noses. After awhile I could see some rises, including a nice splash directly across from me. Trying to stay low yet keep my cast above the grass and brush and shoot it under some hemlock branches was a bit challenging but I did get the bomber where it needed to go and bang a brookie slashed it. The coloration on this brookie was a lot darker and more olive than those from the stream visited the prior day. Althought I didn’t notice at the time, it had one single red spot with a blue hallow. I stayed in this spot for a little and managed to raise a few more fish but failed to hook any.
|A one-spotted brook trout|
Moving further downstream, I found the makings of a beautiful spot. A nice riffle led into a sharp bend pool. The pool looked quite deep and the bend had a nice log jam with the current running slowly along the jam. There had to be brook trout in there and maybe a big bomber! Taking a page from Brk Trt’s book of tactics, I settled into the riffle on my knees and drifted the bomber down the riffle and along a hemlock branch that was trailing along the outside bank. In the tail of the riffle there was a slash at the bomber as I slowly retrieved it and latter a slash along the trailing hemlock but no solid hookup. I was surprized that I could not raise a fish along the log jam but my time was running out and I needed to head home. I would come back later and spend a little more time here and possibly see what things looked like a little further downstream.