By David Orlowski
It was a cold start to the day, frost on the the ground with the temperature in the twenties. Regardless of the weather I was going to be out for the opening day. After a quick bowl of cereal I made sure my gear was in order and then I was off in search of trout.
My first stop was at a bridge where the stream gets stocked well. After visiting and watching the anglers for a short period of time there was very little action. The cooler night time temperature had made the stocked trout some what lethargic. Knowing this I knew the trout wouldn't feed 'till the temperature warmed up later in the morning.
Thinking about it for a few minutes I knew what my game plan was going to be. I decided to head upstream a few miles to the headwaters where it's classified as a Class A stream. Knowing the weather doesn't affect the native trout like it does stocked fish I knew I'd find plenty of action. Once stream side, I found the water to be crystal clear and very low for this time of year. The first pool I came to had a undercut bank with a log across it.
After assessing the situation for the best approach due to the water clarity, I worked my way from the lower end of the pool upstream. In the next half hour, I caught seven bright colored brookies that measured between six to eight inches. Definitely some exciting action on and ultralight rod using four pound test. After fishing the entire pool I took a brief break and thought about the many fish I'd just caught and released.
After a quick can of soda it was time to move upstream to a section of stream hidden beneath the forest canopy. I came up on a big boulder in the stream on the opposite bank that the flow drifts back underneath. Casting a wax worm baited hook into the upper current the line barely drifted three feet before the line jerked tight. After a short battle a beautiful brown trout came to net. He was at least ten to eleven inches long and surely was a wild fish. His fins were sharp and perfect, no flaws at all like stockies. His coloration was beautiful being a dark brown with brilliant red spots, along with a golden brown belly.
Over the next twenty minutes the action continued with four more brown trout similar in size being landed. After all the excitement, I completed my fishing for the morning by ten o'clock. As I headed home I thought that's enough action for the day as I knew I 'd be back again soon. Since this stream doesn't get stocked it provides a special sort of getaway that I return to several times each year. It's not about the size of the fish, but the fight they provide and a way to get away from the crowds.



































4 comments:
Yep, there's nothing like catching a freshly stocked trout right out of the plastic bucket to make a fisherman/woman feel good. Thats real sport and skill.
Don't bitch at dave bitch at the state! They should stock year around and don't tell when or where! Get the steams back where they used to be.
Nice article. Native trout are beautiful, especially the brookies.
Not bitchin at Dave, he at least knows how to fish for brooks and browns. I was just making a point. I hate to see stocked rainbows put into brook and brown trout streams
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