Home Water

I returned to the stretch of small stream that I call my home water today. It wasn't as high as I thought it would be, nor was it discolored. It was moving a bit, and that is always good for big dries. The chosen rigs were a Bomber and two dry dropper rigs, one with San Juan and Humpy, the other with Hare's Ear and Royal Wulff. The brown trout were taking either or, and the salmon par that are always prevalent selectively took the nymph.
None of the trout to hand were all that big but one of the bigger boys did come up for and miss the Wulff. Regardless of size the wild trout were full of energy and very colorful. I did get two stockers way downstream, they rarely make it into the best stretch of stream. When they do and I catch one after landing tons of gorgeous stream born fish, I am disappointed.

Can You Tell the Difference?

The walk home was a perfect one. Flowers in bloom, birds everywhere, green! green! green!!!

I heard some wrens making a ruckus. Looking up, a bard owl was no more than ten feet above me. Being that it was already dark, and I was shaking (its not often you get to be that close), I had to use a flash. An owl's eyes will glow red no matter what.

On the way home I stopped by a farm pond, and let the Edson Tiger fly. It came back with a gill attached. It was a good end to a very good day.