As the wind picks up a little you can hear the leaves moving to the gentle breeze as the stream joins in to lend it's playful voice to the chorus of bird song in the air. It's a brief reminder that the earth is once again moving toward summer. The fly box is now reorganized and the dries I love to fish in summer sit in neat rows, Ausable Bombers, Royal Wulffs, Usuals, mini-Muddlers, Elk hair caddis, and Parachute Adams are all lined up and ready to go.
I had thought that maybe I could find a few wild browns willing to chase a dry but maybe the water was a little to high and off-color from showers the night before for them to rise to the surface. After about an hour, I decided to head up to a smaller tributary and see if I could coax a few brook trout to a dry. Niether the mini-muddler nor the Royal Wulff drew much of a response but a smaller Elk hair caddis did and the afternoon was spent walking along the stream and dabbling the caddis in the likely runs and pockets and finding willing brook trout in most of them.
|Wild Lupine growing in the meadow|