I talk about my home water a lot, and for good reason. It is very special to me. It is really where I learned to fly fish for trout. You may notice I don't call this stream by name, and my reasoning behind this is that I am very protective of it. If I were to come back to it after being away for a long and find it filled with trash and it's wild trout gone, I would be absolutely devastated. So, I'm going to continue to not telling y'all where it is unless you are sworn to secrecy and clearly a catch and release angler.
Honestly this stream may not seem very spectacular to other fisherman. It isn't the most richly populated. Although it is beautiful and fairly isolated I'm sure there are more attractive places even in the same county. But to me it is the most amazing, beautiful, wonderful stream. It has captured me and enthralled me and I love it. I love seeing the barred owls that populate the area, the big buck, even the rare mountain lion that once stepped into the pathway in front of me. That in it's self was a phenomenal event that really shook me to the bone. He didn't eat me then and hopefully he doesn't have plans to. But of all the animal my favorites are the fish. My home water has a population including native brook trout, wild brown trout, wild tigers, even the extremely rare wild rainbow (I've caught three of those), a of white suckers, bluegills, and the ever present atlantic salmon parr and chubs. Once I even caught a crappie. Each (except the bluegills if I'm honest) have a rule and play a part into making the stream a good fishery, one that has produced some big wild browns and the biggest native I have seen in these parts. If I told you how big he was you may not believe me.
I just want to say, if you know the stream I speak of, please be respectful. It is a special place, as most small streams holding wild fish are. If you can't see that you shouldn't be there.