Anyway, we moved downstream and I managed chubs for a while but got some pulls from trout. Meanwhile Dalton got stocked browns to chase and slash at the spinner and got a pretty rough brooky.
Continuing down I finally got my trout, a descent brown. I would have preferred to get the wild ones, but they reside further in upstream. on the way back up, I spotted a turtle on the bottom of the stream, in a patch of sunlight. He was sitting calmly, minding his own business. Dalton went in a caught it. It was a nice grumpy wood turtle, and he was non to pleased about his capture. The turtle hissed and buried himself in his shell, so he was returned quickly and safely.