fishyaker wrote:
There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. There is an undercut bank, an overhanging willow, a logjam just ahead...your next stop...hopefully the brook trout zone.
Well, that just did not come to pass this afternoon on the Boardman River near Traverse City, MI. Spent 3 hours pounding the stream with an array of great streamer patterns, and could not scare up as much as a creek chub! It was like the trout rapture had occurred and I was the first fisherman to hit the river in the wake of it.
Kind of reminded me of that Peter, Paul and Mary song..."Where have all the flowers gone"...only substitute Brook trout for the word "flowers"!
It was too windy to kayak (36 mph at times), which is why I went to "plan B". Still ended up being very windy for fly casting but I deserved a day on the river after spending half of yesterday with a chainsaw in hand clearing brush thickets and medium sized trees.
Oh well, the sun was out and standing waist deep in a cold spring fed river had me mesmerised nonetheless for the effort expended.
Concluding with a few scenery snapshots from today as well as fish taken on a different day (sorry to reach back in my archive photos but a fish tale still deserves a photo of the quarry)!
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Don't you just love the beautiful colors of a brook trout? If you look closely, you can see a little blue spot with a smaller red spot inside of it on the sides.
Absolutely beautiful environment for trout. The river looks awesome. Thanks for the great photos. Maybe the river got too warm and the trout ran up some deep muddy spring fed feeder stream.