Well I had to hit the mountain streams alone today. I was afraid Penns wouldn't fish well today, so I packed the 3 weight, the orange foam beetle and a ton of bug spray and headed for the mountains alone. Apparently 4am is too early for people who have to work in the evenings, finsfursfeathers was at a scrapbooking workshop or something and tagout had to work (who works on Wednesday's?). So I went it alone. You know you put in a good mornings fishing when it takes you about an hour to walk the road back to your car! Maybe it's a good thing 3f's didn't go...he is over the hill and I would have had to drag him back
OK enough yapping...almost enough...I was once read, maybe Gierach, that "trout live in beautiful places"...That might be the truest piece of angling literature ever penned.
The fly rod, the backpack and the sunrise:
I could have taken countless pictures of the scenery, but I was focused on fish today.
First fish of the day:
First Brown of the day:
The orange beetle doing it's work:
Largest Brookie of the day, came out of one of those "perfect spots":
He was so pretty I had to take 2 pictures:
Brown Trout (Picasa's 1960's edit):
Caught dozens of these:
Even landed this little rainbow trout...just kidding, but I never caught a Red-Sided Dace. Wonder where they get their name from?
Nicest Brown of the day:
All told I landed 30-40 trout, lost a few really good ones, missed a bunch of fish, watched a buck drinking out of the stream, heard countless warblers singing, saw at least 9 Whip-poor-wills in the headlights and heard several calling before light, hiked nearly 7 miles total (which was tough b/c I think I broke my little toe at some point...no, seriously), and I made a few new fishing buddies...I ran into them just after daylight along the stream but I couldn't see them, but, just as I was leaving in my vehicle they crossed the road in front of me!
It was a momma and 2 cubs, one of which was cinnamon but it stayed in the brush.