It's been a while since I've fished a small stream so plans were made to meet Alan (small stream reflections) on a small stream that he has been exploring. We walked through stands of hemlocks and mountain laurel in the bottom of a rocky ravine in the dull gray light of the overcast afternoon.
|The remnants of an old dam|
The landscape was typical of CT with old rock walls running throughout the forest and a stream plunging and tumbling over the rocky earth. Adding to the sense of familiarity was the company of a friend who also appreciates simplicity of this type of fishing.
This was an afternoon to fish dries. I started fishing a mini muddler while Alan fished a bomber and Parachute Rapidan. Early in the afternoon, I sent the muddler into a long slow pool and we were soon admiring the first nicely colored brook trout of the afternoon.
|The first nicely colored brook trout of the afternoon|
|A boulder the size of a small house|
|The last bits of color|