The first thin blue line I checked would not give, but the next was very generous. I was using a bead head Something-or-other wet fly, an it was being taken with vigor by the natives. One smaller fish struck me as being one of the most beautiful I had ever seen.
|Another beauty retaining the fall colors.|
Fortunately for me this pool wasn't done, and one more surprise was pulled from the depths. A wild Brown! Of all things, I was worried there wouldn't be Natives, but there is even enough water in the summer to support these bigger fishes. I kept going upstream only to find the stream turn spring creek like, with brushed in banks. Good water for dries and wet wading in the spring, but fairly useless now. I know I'll be back on this stream!