Oh, The Colors of Fall

This evening I had the urge to go out into the woods and tempt some wild trout with buck tails. I wasted no time in getting to the stream. It was getting a healthy dose of yellowed leaves, and the water was low and incredibly clear. I think the leaves make it appear even more transparent than usual.

The first fish to come to the Edson Tiger was a beautiful female Brooky, a perfect native. This was a special fish, above average in size for this stream. She was coated with small orange spots that were darker in the middle than on the outside, a trait common in this stream's natives. 

The catching continued, with two nice wild Brown Trout. Both took a yellow marabou streamer; the first coming from his post in from of a rock to smash the fly, the other speared out of an undercut. I missed plenty of takes in between as well. 

Farther upstream, in a long pool, a big wake chased my fly. The streamer was then ignored, so on went another. When that came up flat, I noticed a few small poppers in the box and decided they might do the trick. One went on, and sure enough a big brown came up to clobber it. I missed him twice! I'll get him next time. The next pool had a riser, and with a Red Humpy another fantastic native Brook Trout came to hand, this one a colored up male. He was displaying the orange- red spots much better then the female had. He was returned and I left the stream for the evening.