I arrive at the Q-stream
with a totally in-appropriate wet fly that I last used but was too lazy to change out. Maybe there was a dumb brookie that would fall for it? Not really..So after a considerable amount of futile casts, I start to notice that the trout are starting to rise.
And they are rising for the little black wing-ed buggers that are buzzing all about. Maybe I have something like them in my fly box?
One of my fly boxes…
As you can see I do have a fair amount of what I thought I needed, and after a few casts, a strike. But this one dropped off as I was reaching for my net. However my waning enthusiasm for fly fishing immediately received a large boost.
With my excitement building, I cast the black beauty up stream and let it drift down with the current..and as Emeril says..
With my ultralite bending and straining under the load of the behemoth at the end of its line, I nurse to my net what would turn out to be my first catch of this year.
It’s a wonderful thing…
Within the hour, more hits and another brookie brought to hand.
(Poor photos as I discovered that my camera was on the wrong setting)
And then it’s over. The little black flies disappear and so do my brookies.
Such is the nature of trout fishing I guess.
Anyways I’m psyched to get back out there when the water level drops a bit and more bugs break out..just like I did.