Thursday, October 20, 2016

Why September and October are saltwater time for me

In my world, the beauty of brook trout is matched by only one other fish that I pursue, the little tunny.  These fish are why I concentrate on saltwater fishing in September and October.  Their speed and power is breathtaking.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Recent CT Class 1 outings

Mostly browns thus far, but the fish are perking up.  I have had most of my luck with wet flies and the Ausable Ugly.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Inadvertent trespassing for fish

I was driving from one stream to another yesterday and crossed a small but interesting looking brook.  Remembering that I wanted to explore this water I stopped, backed up and parked.  Grabbing my rod I worked my way downstream, fishing some nice looking water but catching nothing.  When I got to the pool pictured below I finally felt a bump and after a few fly changes hooked and landed the only brookie willing to play through this stretch of water.  As I moved downstream I found a driveway spanning the brook, so I headed to the road for the walk back to the car.  Along the way I saw numerous NO TRESPASSING signs posted and was embarrassed to find that I had actually parked right under one.  I guess I won't be doing any more exploring of this small stream.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

A little exploration

I returned to a stream yesterday that I had previously visited, once alone and once with Alan.  My first visit proved to be fruitless, but when I returned with Alan I caught two nice brookies in one pool (oddly, neither of us saw anything else in the rest of the stream).  Knowing that the stream flowed under a highway I was interested in seeing what the downstream section had to offer.  On the upstream segment I once again hooked (but lost) two fish in one pool and again saw nothing else.  When I came back from the downstream side I returned to the pool and this time hooked and brought to hand one nice brookie (shown below).

After working my way down to the highway, I jogged across the four lanes (separated by a median)  and fished my way downstream, finding what appeared to be some very nice water.  One thing I immediately noticed was that the stream bed contained a lot of sand.  After fishing for a few hundred feet and getting no response to a variety of flies I came to the conclusion that the sand undoubtedly came from highway runoff and that maybe the almost yearly contamination of it with sand and road salt had destroyed it as brookie habitat.  If true, what a terrible shame as this stretch was really quite nice and has probably been untouched in years.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

First brown of the year

Alan and I went to one of our usual haunts yesterday, hoping that the warmish January weather had inspired the stream's fish to come out and play.  In spite of the nice weather, the residents were not out and about.  Just as Alan stated at Small Stream Reflections, only one fish responded to my overtures, the beautiful little brown that fell for the pinky.  Regardless of the outcome, it was a nice day to be roaming the woods.

As we moved downstream I noticed these prints left in the snow on a tree spanning the stream.  Any guess as to what may have left them?

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Classic brook trout water

It is truly amazing where wild brook trout live.  This little guy and a good number of its buddies reside in the pool just downstream of this bridge.  It's a tiny brook, but home to many pint-sized wild brookies.  The one pictured was the biggest fish fooled by a small pumpkin head midge.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

If you thought the last one was big....

This afternoon I returned to the small stream that produced the large wild brookie for me on New Year's day to see if there were any other residents willing to feed.  This time I started farther upstream where I know there are a few good pools that have produced for me in the past.  Nothing happened as I worked my way downstream until I got to the pool pictured below, situated right at the beginning of the first house one encounters along this beautiful little brook.  The fish struck my slowly retrieved Gartside sparrow somewhere between the two rocks.  To say that I was shocked by the size of what was at the other end of my line would be an understatement.  This may well be the largest wild brookie I've caught in CT.

The New Year's day fish.