First success with hand-tied nymphs
Fished a tiny feeder stream that I haven't been to since I was in my teens...way back in the boonies. It used to have a lot of native Brook Trout and memories of those days have been compelling me to venture back there to revisit my youth. This time, unlike with the dug-up earthworms I used back then, I was armed only with my own hand-tied beadhead nymphs. The forest and vegetation have grown up to nothing that resembles what I remember it to have been. But, the Brookies are still there. I caught eight or ten and missed probably that many more. None were more than 7 1/2" long, but it took me back to days when I was far more nimble and willing to walk the three miles to get to that stream. Another thing that changed drastically is the number of insect pests that harassed me relentlessly. I was brutalized by horse flies and deer flies until I could stand it no longer and hiked back out to escape the torment. Feeling the tug of trout that took my tied flies was a magnificent reward for last winter's hours at the tying bench. I kept only the largest one that I caught in tribute to tied flies and in memory of those long ago days on that stream. I guess that's called nostalgia.