Wednesday, January 2, 2019

New Year's Day tradition

This past New Year's day Kirk, Alan and I continued our first day tradition of fishing a small stream together.  Past New Year days have brought cold bitter winds, single digit temperatures where finding open water was a challenge, and damp grey clouds but this year we were blessed with warm pleasant conditions.

Still the day brought it own challenge due to the heavy rains the previous evening prior.  I fished a pink worm with bead head, trailed by a small egg.  In some spots, I even needed to add a small shot to keep the flies down, something I rarely do on a small stream. 

The morning started off slow for all of us.  I had a few brief hookups on both the worm and egg.  Alan worked his way up to the pool below the waterfall to the right and connected with his first brown of the year ( see the link here:small stream reflections).  When I was looking through old pictures, I ran across a picture of our friend Pete, who passed away this past year, with his first brown of the year from that same pool the last time we all fished together.  A fitting tribute to a good friend!

Near the end of the afternoon, I manged to find a brook trout that was willing to take a weighted Ausable Ugly twice, so I switched to a silver doctor wet since I thought it would be fun to catch the first fish of the year on a classic wet fly,  He took it once but again I could not connect.

Friday, December 21, 2018

One final brown

Wow, what a fall it's been around here!  We sold our home back in September and moved into a new home at the end of October and life has been a blur since!  Most of the boxes have been at least opened and we are working through all the details of setting up a new home as well as figuring out the commute into Cambridge MA.  Needless to say, fishing has taken a back seat while we sort things out BUT we did need to pick up my daughter from college in PA and that meant a quick trip to the Yellow Breeches.

Last brown of 2018
My PA friends tell me it was been a rough fall for them with all the rain and flooding.  When I've fished the Breeches in years past, I could always find a few fish even in December but this year the fish were few a far between. 

The afternoon was pleasantly warm with the sun making it feel like early fall.  It was just so wonderful to be out in the warm air with the sun shining that the lack of activity really didn't matter all that much. It was just nice to be out on a pretty stretch of water with my 3wt in hand standing in some moving water.  The midges were enjoying the warm air too and quite a few were in the air.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that I connected with the first and only fish of the day, a decent holdover brown that took a black zibra midge.  I probably won't have the chance to fish again until the new year, so this late inning brown will probably be the last fish of 2018.  This next year should be a year of settling in to our new location and doing some exploring now that the move is behind us.  I am sure I'll still head back to CT to fish some of my favorite water back there and there will be trips to the Adirondacks as well.  

Saturday, November 17, 2018

New location

Just a quick hello!  We are settling in to our new home in Hopkinton MA.  I haven't found my fishing and tying stuff yet but in time.  Right now there are more important matters to address, like where is my winter coat!  It may be a while, but hope to be out fishing again, exploring this new part of New England...

Monday, October 15, 2018

Red berries, red leaves, and orange bellies…

I hope you all are taking the opportunity to enjoy this fall.  This is my favorite time of year in New England and I am trying to take advantage of it before the business of the coming move takes over.

 The rain continues to come and the streams are as full as I’ve seen them in a long time.  I haven’t seen many of the red maples turning but I am seeing the leaves on the ground.  The last of the late summer New York asters can still be seen but a recent cold snap has left very few behind and the male brook trout are sporting brilliant orange bellies, dark throats, and kyped jaws.
Even though there is a lot of water moving through the small streams the brook trout are still eager to rise a well presented dry fly.  As the fall progresses, the fish rarely let an opportunity for food pass overhead.
I did fish a dry dropper for a little but cut the nymph off after it was pretty obvious that fish were willing to aggressively rise to a large dry like an Ausable Bomber.   Occasionally a fish would sail over the bomber signaling it’s disapproval of my offering but plenty were willing to take the Bomber without a second thought, some rising 2-3 times to the same fly even after briefly being stung by the hook.  In addition to the brook trout's beauty, their aggressiveness to take a dry and the spirited fight that these small fish display are a few of their endearing traits.

I ended up fishing upstream with the Bomber and then switching to an Adams/Wulff on the way down and catching some of the fish I missed on the first pass.   Forget the football games and get out there and enjoy the season before it’s a distant memory.