Yeah.... I used to love to fish that hatch on the North Branch. With the right weather conditions, nymphing through the entire hatch produced best... as many as 35-40 in an afternoon...
Tim,
What a strange surreal environment though up there...Where else can you fish over Trico scarving pods of fish on some summer morning and watch war planes chasing each other in mock fire-fights?! Or diving down and firing at targets on the ground...
One night, around mid-night, I sat on the dock at Bud's Cabins drinking a cold beer after a wonderful day of fishing. It was a Saturday night and I was listening to the country band across the river at the Riverside Tavern in Lovell's. To the north and northwest of me WWIII was going on with machine gun fire and flares that hung in the air for what seemed like forever. This went on quite a ways in to the night...The first time I ever saw the flares, I was driving up the highway below town and thought I was finally seeing a UFO...:)
One gray rainy afternoon I was below Jackson Hole and kept hearing a strange sound I couldn't quite place...I looked up from under my rain coats hood to see a line of helicopters hovering above my head just above tree level...I thought I was in Vietnam! or maybe the FBI had finally caught up with me...;)
Spence
Jonathon...Didn't mean to take this off-course...Sorry! There is nothing in my mind prettier than a fall male Brookie. I raised fancy guppies as a kid and think that Salvelinus fontinalis would give them a run for the money any day! Hook one in the fall and they seem pissed and so full of spit and vinegar! Fly fishings Holy Grail, if you ask me...
Your photos are soothing to this old Michigander. Even though I know that opening day is months away, and they remind me also why we actually have a fishing season. So they can be left alone a bit to spawn...Just think how many little feeder creeks are loaded with spawning Brooks this time of year in Michigan! Puts a smile on the face and will probably send me to the basement tonight to wrap some fur and feathers to a hook! :) I remember my grandfather talking about our good old Speckled Trout...Hell! Maybe when I'm through tying I'll reach over for "Trout Madness" sitting on the bookshelf and take a little trip back to Frenchmen's Pond...