One Last Cast

Returning to southern Florida for school this evening, I had one more morning to spend fishing for trout .  I stopped at Dunkin on the way for a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee as I had so many Sunday's this summer, and was stream side by 630.  It was routine as usual: Fish the wild trout stream first and move on to the gorge after.  I originally wanted to fish strictly dries today, but that got too frustrating, and I soon after put on my usual bead head woolly bugger but in white rather than olive.  I hooked into 5-10 fish mostly brookies and a couple chub, but none were taken to hand.  The WB began to fall apart, so I put on another streamer, which was a brook trout imitation.  I hooked into more trout on this, but only took one to hand this morning.  My visit to the gorge was no better, as it was very slow.  I caught one rock bass on a size sixteen elk hair caddis, but nothing after.  I spoke to another angler who too had little luck.  Even though I only caught one trout, I was happy enough spending a couple hours stream side.  The diverse species that Florida has to offer doesn't match up to trout for me. The gentle sound of the rushing water and the rising bows, browns, and especially brookies will be missed for the next few months.

Resting for the next few months

catch of the day

rushing wts

KLG