Specks in Wet Weather

This afternoon I had a bit of time and a hankering for some "Specks", as the folks in Southern Appalachia call Brookies. The weather was not so pleasant: cloudy, windy, and with sputtering showers and mist. This, of course, does not stop me.
I worked for some time with wet flies and buck tails, pulling some healthy char out of a small woodland brook.  There was one that was larger then the others, but generally they were fairly small. Their colors did not match there diminutive size.

Eventually I decided to try a dry fly, and a Royal Wulff was tied on. It took a few thoroughly speckled fish, one being only a yearling.
On the way home, I stopped by another stream to see if it was inhabited. In a few casts I had my answer, and it was my last fish of the day.