I got to the river and happened upon a couple of bait dunkers sitting on a retaining wall. I wanted to make sure they were releasing the fish, and not by throwing them 15 feet down. They said no. Five minutes later while I was standing there, one chucked a rainbow off the embankment. That made me exceptionally peeved, so I left.
The next spot was shared only with a young gentleman who said this is his first year fly fishing. I felt bad after I landed a few when he didn't, normally I would have given him a fly but all I had were big ones that his light gear would not have been able to handle.
The second fish I caught was a nice one, a chunky female that jumped and tail walked a number of times.
At the end of a shallow flat a few of the bigger fish were rolling and leaping. I put a number of casts through. I had one brief hookup, a few chases, then nothing.... until I saw the swirl and felt the pull. The strip set burned into my finger. The pulses of strong head shakes told me this was a big fish. The fact that it took line on the eight weight and fought like a demon made it's size even more clear. After a good battle I was holding a bulky 17 inch buck, big kype and spawning colors and all.
It turns out the Heifer Groomer is kick ass trout streamer! I can't wait to try it on big browns in the Farmington and Housitonic.