As a few have already pointed out, the streams on the eastern side of the state are starting to get real low and slow. While thinking about my options on Saturday evening, I decided on a stream that fished great for me back in June, but was then hit with historic flooding. I was curious to see what the impact of the floods were on the stream and trout populations.
I arrived stream side right as the sun was coming up. Everything looked exactly how it had when I had last fished it. First cast and nothing…. This could be a good day after all. It only took to the third or fourth cast before this beauty of a stocked brookie came to hand. The picture does not do the fish justice, but I have never seen a brookie’s belly so red before.
The next cast produced a wild brown.
And a few casts later this chubby, stocked brookie surrendered after a short battle.
The action was very consistent all upstream, which made me happy to see that this stream made it relatively unscathed from the storms.
This trout was quite interesting as it appeared his upper half was “bleached” or washed out.
As I casted my spinner to a faster moving riffle, I felt a light tapping on my spinner and set the hook figuring it was another juvenile, wild brown. As I was reaching for the trout, I then realized that it was a juvenile, rainbow trout. I don’t know enough about the watershed to know the origins of the fish, but I’m leaning towards wild.
Almost 5 minutes after I had released a potential wild rainbow, I had another rainbow attack my spinner in a deep pool.
After another half hour of intense fishing, I hit the end and hurried back to my car in search of another stream. I had a stream in mind, but I knew it would be really low and wasn’t exactly sure if fishing was permitted. When I arrived and read the area’s ‘open space’ rules, it didn’t mention anything regarding fishing. With that, I decided to roll the dice.
It was a tight, but beautiful stream. Casting was a bit challenging in most sections and the rewards were well worth the challenge.
The first pool produced a decent sized wild brown.
Although tight, the stream was never choked, which made wading upstream pretty easy.
Still, I was quite impressed with the size of some of the wild browns coming to hand.
It wasn’t long before the stream went from running through an open field to running through a densely covered forest.
When I came upon the below crevis in the stream, I had a feeling that something big was hiding in there. I was just trying to figure out how to get my spinner in the right spot.
I put the spinner perfectly next to the roots at the top of the riffle and next thing I know - fish on. He was a challenge to bring to hand as he was trying to wrap himself up in the roots. After some pressure, I was able to steer him towards me and scoop him up.
I fished for another 15 minutes before surrendering to the heat and humidity. All in all, it was a great morning to be out on the water.