|This yea's crew|
What amazing weather we had this year for the opening of trout season in CT. For those of us who love fishing smaller water for native trout, the opening day is day to get together with old friends to fish the small streams we love once again. Even though this spring has seemed like an endless February, the day dawned bright and warm and Alan and I enjoyed a fine morning. There were trout lilies everywhere just starting to pushing up through the leaf litter of last fall.
We had arranged to meet Pete and Matt at around 10:30 a little further downstream so we moved on and enjoyed some coffee and muffins while we waited for them to arrive. They arrived soon afterward and we chatted for a while and sipped more coffee before heading off to fish.
Alan was the first to raise a brook trout on the Hornberg he was fishing. After trying to coax it back to the fly he headed downstream and Pete and Matt headed up a small tributary that has treated us well in years past. I decided to send the dropper/dropper I was fishing through the run where Alan had raised a trout and connected with my first brook trout of the morning which took the pheasant tail dropper I was trailing behind a royal wulff.
I decided to head a bit upstream and found a nice deep run to drift the dry dropper through. On the second or third pass I spotted the flank of a decent fish that must have turned on the pheasant tail. I replaced the dry dropper with a pink squirmy worm with a tungsten bead, thinking that a big meal might get some interest and sure enough the first drift produced the solid pull of a hefty brook trout that put up quite a fight in tight quarters.
|This one was a handful!|
After discussing potential options to see Pete land a wild brook trout, we moved to another stream. Pete and I tried a couple spots before we headed back to the car and said goodbye. I looked around a bit for Alan but decided to leave a note and headed upstream to find some more brook trout.
The warmth of the afternoon was getting the brook trout active and rising fish were starting to show themselves. I continued to fish the dry dropper but later in the afternoon the fish were turning on the royal wulff more frequently. The recent late spring snowstorms had left a lot of limbs down in the woods and the small stream was quite choked with limbs and debris. I had to pass on many good looking spots simply because I just couldn't get a fly into them. The bright sun made a stealthy approach challenging and I saw more than a few dark shadows rocketing for cover but a few more gorgeous wild brook trout were brought to hand and released. What a great way to spend a spring day with good friends doing what we love together.
|the first wildflowers of this spring (marsh marigold)|