On Saturday morning, May 9, 2015, I got up well before daybreak and drove to a small freestone stream full of wild brown trout to begin a wild trout weekend. The water was a little low for this time of year. We definitely could use some rain.
My plan was to fish in solitude for eight or so hours and catch lots of these like I had on the prior weekend. But just minutes into the morning I looked ahead and saw two other anglers. I gave them a wide berth and fished 2.25 hours (19 trout) before the slow action helped me make the decision to go to Plan B.
From there I drove to another watershed planning to fish one of the five feeder streams of the main stem, but much to my amazement, no one was parked at the last parking spot along the larger stream. I pulled in and parked with a big smile.
The sun was bearing down hard and the water looked more like a typical late June level.
I hoped the native brook trout would be out feeding and ready to hit one of my homemade White Bead Gold spinners fresh out of my tackle box.
Small native brook trout were landed at a steady but slow pace.
Some natural waterfalls were seen.
I always highly anticipate what is around the next bend.
And when a mature native brookie is brought to hand it just adds to my enjoyment.
I almost walked right into this large porcupine. After one flash photo he hightailed it up a steep embankment faster than I thought a porky could move.
After 6.75 hours I had caught and released 81 trout to give me 100 for the day. When I turned to leave I came upon a patch of painted trillium. It took me one hour and twenty-four minutes to hike back to my SUV. The air temperature was in the 80's and the sun was relentless. I drank two large bottles of water on the way out. The highlight of the walk was hearing a bunch of hermit thrushes in the same area where I had heard them in previous years.
On Sunday morning, May 10th, Mother's Day, I got up at 4:00 a.m. and drove to a rather popular creek with hopes that the holiday would keep the crowd thin. A little more than half a moon lit the sky when I parked my SUV along the bubbling brook.
The water checked in at 59-degrees; the air temperature was 58-degrees. The water looked nice. I expected the wild brown trout to be cooperative.
An out-of-place 20" stocked rainbow surprised me in the first deep pool of the morning.
Hopefully it will give another angler a thrill on another day.
One thing I've been noticing in recent years is that the half moon (or whatever phase) that you see before the sun comes up shifts about 1/8th shortly after sun-up. Compare this photo to the one taken at daybreak.
The wild trout held my attention, but I couldn't help but notice some peppermint growing in a spring along the creek. When I see some I just can't resist picking a sprig or two and putting them in my mouth.
Even dandelions look good after a long cold winter.
Buttercups grew along the water.
This Canada goose hopes to raise some future trout-disturbers. It'll only take one hard rain to wipe out her nest though.
The action slowed down likely because of this osprey hunting where I was fishing. After 7.50 hours I had 113 trout logged in my little notebook and decided to pack it in after a fruitful wild trout weekend.
- Frank Nale -