Sunday morning I woke up to a gentle late summer rain. The day was a soft mix of grays and greens and the sky was content to live among the valleys and the towering white pine. These are the days I love to fish small mountain brooks becuase the rain has a way of bringing new life to dry late summer brooks and the dense air seems to make everything seem more quite.
The brook trout were eager to pounce on the Royal Wulff in the heads of almost every riffle. Some quite dark in color, others light taking on the hue of the orange tinged rock bed, and some starting show hints the color they will wear in the fall. It was wonderful afternoon to be outside getting wet but drinking in all of God's amazing creation.
The rest can best be said in pictures!