Tale Of The Big Brown
A little drive this morning. Today would be a streamer day. Browns like 'em. I use a simple rig. A short length of straight eight. Pound test Maxima that is. No 6X today. Yay! Tie on a cone head muddler. That's it.
I like casting streamers on small streams. A short cast to this bank or that. Flip it under an overhanging branch. No dummy! Under the branch, not into it! Oh well, all in a day of fishing.
One thing about small streams. The fish will show themselves. Invariably, if they show, and don't grab the fly, they won't come back. Funny thing about fishing streamers.
Today, the fish were scarce. Not many follows. Few takers. A few made it to the net. Juicy looking pools that are usually good for a fish or two, yielded none.
I was about halfway through the morning itinerary of pools. And, I'd just worked through another, this one also apparently fish-less. Then, a big splash upstream.
I turned in time to see the disappearing tail of a
I wasn't the only one fishing today.
And, judging by the slowness of my fishing, he was probably having more luck!