I had a fun trip this morning.
I decided to take a trip to my sacred spot for brook trout.
The reason this spot is sacred to me is simple. Its where I caught my first brook trout over 20 years ago.
This stream is not far from my home town and is a slice of heaven, Its in a park with 6 miles of hiking trails through the woods along the stream.
This stream has an atmosphere about it that I cant describe.
Its like you are always being watched and followed, the stream makes noises like its quietly trying to talk to you. Its the type of place I wouldnt be surprised to find a faerie sitting on a toad stool.
This stream has always been put and take like most brook trout water in my area. They stock it every other year with brookies in the 10"-12" range.
Its been years since I fished it.
Anyway I took the hike along the small valley trying little pockets and undercuts. Drifting my line under every build up of floating leaves waiting for the big brookie looking for a meal.
Finally under a small pocket of leaves I had a strike. At first I thought it was a little chub, but then I realized it was a small trout.
A little beautiful brook trout not much bigger then six inches, with long clean perfect fins! A Natural Brookie. A Baby of the stream and proof that they are reproducing naturally.
This was a better trophy then any other trout I could have caught .
My stream is healthy. :D
I got two more out of this pocket and decided to leave them be for the day, and enjoyed a nice hike back.
Perfection!
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