There are few things that thrill a teenager that do not result in the potential for personal injury, fines, or intervention by law enforcement. A nice Brookie taken on a bead head nymph on the edge of an eddy is one of them.
Sister Anne and Brother Richard are trout reeling in sunny high pressure with the assistance of our beloved “black ghost”. Always a treat to find fish willing to nibble in beautiful weather. Notice the light coloration of the rainbow Brother Richard is cradling. I am always surprised by the silvery light coloration of rainbow trout who live atop of ledge and sand. And Sister Anne…well, her shirt has in the color department what Brother Richard’s fish lacks…and, a snappy little rainbow she landed.
Yep. That’s Maria. My test pilot. She is undertaking a mission to gain acces to out of reach rising trout just upriver from the dam by stand up paddleboard (“SUP”). Considering the water is mildly stinky and there are small armies of leeches, I imagine passers by will be wondering…what’s up with that? Results are pending….
always strikes me as uncommonly handsome. While I love the gymnasium skills of the rainbow, the brook trout always draws my eyes deep into its spots for an extended inspection. For the brookie, there is also a seemingly automatic, ritualistic inside whisper that preceeds her departure…”what a pretty fish”.