Recently hiked into two wild brookie streams. Nothing hatching but deer flies and mosquitoes. They didn't bother Daisy or me, but the big Black dog we were with was occasionally covered w/the deer flies. The two dogs could be side-by-side, and only the Black dog (he doesn't have a name yet), would have flies on him. See what I'm getting at...?
Anyhow, I was trying to find a spring. After a short hike, I think I found it flowing thru the woods, and bushwhacked my way down to the trout stream. The water temp was decent. My flyrod still had an Elk Hair Caddis on it, so I tried that. On the 2nd cast, I felt a 'tug' but I wasn't looking. Was it a fish...? Eight casts later thru that same water... I had my answer.
A nice eight-incher.
Got a couple more outta that hole and moved downstream, still looking for the 'entrance' of the spring. This stretch of stream was pretty interesting. Almost like clockwork, nearly every 30 feet, there would be a large tree on the bank. First on the far side, then on the near side, then on the far side, etc, etc. Beneath each tree was a deep undercut.
Each tree produced a willing fish or two.
Eventually the stream split and became very slow. The spring must have entered near where I started, but I didn't see it. Maybe it just dissipated into the ground, and had no obvious entrance. One thing is for sure; the trout became smaller and smaller the further away i got from it. So now I know pretty much where it is. I'm sure it would be more obvious in the springtime.
Of course the biggest fish would be living right there, right now!
But... it was getting too hot and I had caught enough fish to make me rather happy. I bushwhacked my way back to the truck, picking wild mushrooms the whole way. Nice day.
Anyhow, I was trying to find a spring. After a short hike, I think I found it flowing thru the woods, and bushwhacked my way down to the trout stream. The water temp was decent. My flyrod still had an Elk Hair Caddis on it, so I tried that. On the 2nd cast, I felt a 'tug' but I wasn't looking. Was it a fish...? Eight casts later thru that same water... I had my answer.
A nice eight-incher.
Got a couple more outta that hole and moved downstream, still looking for the 'entrance' of the spring. This stretch of stream was pretty interesting. Almost like clockwork, nearly every 30 feet, there would be a large tree on the bank. First on the far side, then on the near side, then on the far side, etc, etc. Beneath each tree was a deep undercut.
Each tree produced a willing fish or two.
Eventually the stream split and became very slow. The spring must have entered near where I started, but I didn't see it. Maybe it just dissipated into the ground, and had no obvious entrance. One thing is for sure; the trout became smaller and smaller the further away i got from it. So now I know pretty much where it is. I'm sure it would be more obvious in the springtime.
Of course the biggest fish would be living right there, right now!
But... it was getting too hot and I had caught enough fish to make me rather happy. I bushwhacked my way back to the truck, picking wild mushrooms the whole way. Nice day.
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