Chasing Shadows

Today I went to fish a small stream for wild trout with Dalton. I started in a deep old bridge pool with a woolly bugger when he arrived on his quad. He had decided to bring a spinning rod and some small panther martins. We worked over a mile of stream, and I only got one slash from a brookie on the Pinkie. We saw a pod of wild browns, but they were unwilling to eat our offerings.

Wish we could fish from the other side, but it is posted.