Fast forward 2 weeks and I'm back on the stream. College football and various errands kept me at home last weekend but I'm planning on taking my revenge today. I've picked a little stream on the SNP boundary that holds browns and a few lonely brookies. I'm in a brown trout kind of mood.
The Hardy has been mailed out to see if it can be salvaged so I dust off an old Meisselbach that goes well with the vintage cane.
Drizzly, cold weather does not bode well for dry fly fishing so I go with the stonefly again. It doesn't take long for the fish to show they approve.
I've been intent on the business at hand and finally take a look around. I notice that some of the leaves are starting to turn - mostly yellows right now but it won't be long before the reds and oranges turn these creeks into a painting.
I continue making my way upstream and pick up a few fish here and there. I wouldn't call it a feeding frenzy but this creek has never been about numbers anyway.