|What says "New England" more than a covered bridge over the |
Housatonic River in the fall?
It was one of those afternoons, when you explore miles of good looking water without even a bump using your go to nymphing rig. But, no worries because it's just one of those fall days that being outside is enough.
|Some great looking water but NO interest from the fish!|
It was one of those afternoons when everything seemed to turn on at just the expected time. Where you were in the right place at the right time. Where you had everything figured out before things even started to happen. It was one of those afternoons, where for 2 solid hours you and your buddy had non-stop action starting with a small #20 CDC olive emerger and then swinging small wets. It was one of those afternoons when everyone around you was wondering "what are those guys doing right?". Yes it was one of those afternoons you dream about and every now and then experience! It was one of those afternoons.
|The first fish of the evening, a "survivor strain" brown as indicated by |
the red elastomer behind the left eye
|The best brown of the evening, a solid, highly colored brown that took the small olive CDC emerger|
|The last brown of the night before things settled down|