|The colors are still pretty, maybe he will go on to make little wild char.|
I went back down stream to sight fish for stocked trout with a streamer. The pattern was a yellow marabou streamer. The first fish I sought out was a toad of a brooky, clearly a broodstock. What is the chance that he would want to eat? I dumped the fly on his nose and eat it he did. After a while I was able to tail and land the pig. We was every bit as long as my forearm. I wish I could say my PB Brooky was a native, but this ugly beast kicked the previous record out of the way. Looks like its time to plan a trip to Maine!