|The Connecticut landscape full of laurel and ledges|
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Pete and I were out enjoying another warm spring afternoon watching the brook trout turning themselves inside out chasing down the Royal Wulff. When I lost my smaller Wulff, I ended up fishing a size #12 and they were still smacking it.
Small streams like this one can be surprisingly deep in spots. The undercuts like the one below were generally holding trout.
Several times during the afternoon, I switched flies just to see if I could catch something on another fly. The Bomber or parachute Adams would entice the odd fish or two but for some reason the Royal Wulff was getting the most attention.
I don't have any idea how many fish we actually brought to hand but it didn't really matter, we both had an afternoon full of laughs watching the brooks attack the dry fly. This afternoon the fish were mostly in the riffles and tail outs.