The first fly used was a red Humpy. It was eaten by a fairly healthy Brown and some Salmon Parr.
After failing for a while to get hits on the Humpy, I put on a dry dropper rig. I haven't used dry droppers often until recently, when I did I did because it was the only way to see rises to a small dry or emerger. I have to say that I have taken a liking to such a set up. Today a pheasant tail was dropped off of an Ausable Wulff. It killed. Though it took me a while to get in the rhythm, and I ended up missing an absolute hog. I would have to say he would go sixteen inches. For a small stream that is enormous.
When I did get in the right timing, the trickle of trout became a flood. To my delight among the Browns and Parr a Native Brook Trout found the fly.
In one pool that I know to be very productive, I got two sizeable Browns from a foam line on the far side. All of the fish fought well, but these two were particularly strong for some unknown reasons. As I fished the skies clouded over, and thunder rumbled in the distance. The fishing was good so I ignored the weather.
I was finnally ready to leave when rain began to spatter down. I was a wet ride home.
I decided to take video at one good pool and got one to eat the Bomber on video. It was actually the last of the day.