Last weekend, I managed to find a window between relentless rain and thunderstorms. I hadn't fished dry flies in a while, and knew immediately the way I wanted to spend that precious window. It didn't take me long to find my faithful small stream companion lying at the very back of a wooden crate that contains all of my tenkara rods and a few short fly rods. A 6'2" fiberglass 2/3# from Cabelas; a delight to cast up in the headwaters. I headed to a stream that was a sure bet for some native brook trout, and I figured that the water levels would be good but not blown out. I had tied a few flies for just such a trip, and I knew exactly what I wanted to tie on:
The Ausable Bomber. If they worked so well on the Appalachian Char's northern cousins, surely the pattern would do just as well here. It didn't take me long to find out the answer.
The stream had become so choked with rhododendron growth, that it was impassable in places. I would fish up to a section, and then have to backtrack downstream.
|A stream emerges from the tunnels|
|Crawling for Brookies|
A simple parachute, with little more than moose for the tail, rainbow-warrior dubbing for the body, and a few turns of grizzly hackle over an yellow antron post. Again it did not disappoint; these little guys are hungry after all. More of a mental doodling on behalf of the angler. All in all, not a bad outing. A few native fish, and time spent in these ancient mountains that I love so.