|A carpet of anemone|
I started out fishing the Royal Wulff again, but only small fish were interested in following it. I also noticed a few of the larger brook trout follow it and then turn away. After seeing a few smaller stone flies flying about, I switched to a #18 parachute Adams. The small Adams quickly attracted the attention of a nice handsome wild brown and lots of beautiful brook trout for most of the afternoon. Later in the afternoon I switched to a dark elk hair caddis and was drifting in through some roots when a decent sized trout took the fly. I tried to quickly steer it away from the roots but crafty trout was able to use current and roots to it's advantage.
|A handsome wild brown that took the parachute Adams|
|I never tire of holding and observing these amazingly beautiful fish|
|A nice secure hiding spot|
I really enjoy an afternoon walk along woodland brook. These times give me the chance to put the busy, scheduled-to-the-moment, life aside and experience once again a deeper reality. One in which I am not the center of the universe but simply a part of a massively bigger reality. The songbird’s song, the fragrance of earth, the sunlight dancing on flowing water all speak an unheard but still intelligible language that points to an awesome God who created this vast but infinitely detailed universe. The wildflowers remind me that God even dresses the tiny things in this world with a beauty that is unique. The robin’s nest and the tiny young of the year brook trout remind me that He sustains life from year to year. In the words of Jesus "Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil or spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive in the field today, and tomorrow in thrown into the over, how much more will he cloth you!"
|A little colony of bellwort at the the base of a tree|
Beauty in miniature...