I recently heard a phrase that has stuck with me somewhat, “the days are long but the years are short.” I thought of it again this morning as I headed out into the Highlands and realized that Summer begins this Friday at 5:04 a.m. It seems to me like it was April just last week.
The Stream.
I threw my gear in the truck and headed to a “local” stream that got a good rain the day before. I was a little disappointed to see a car parked in my spot which is well up off of the main road. Oh well, what can you do?
Lil’ native.
The first pool I stopped at produced a little brook trout on a black ant almost immediately. Seeing as the hole was spooked I hiked on upstream. I settled into my next spot which involved some crawling to remain undetected. Hearing a noise behind me I wheeled around to find two employees of the National Aviary in Pittsburgh. It turns out I was about to fish a pool directly adjacent to a Louisiana Waterthrush nest. Then one of the birders sloshed right through the pool to show me the nest, which was burrowed into the stream bank. They then asked if I could wait a few minutes so they could record some info. For what it’s worth I really do enjoy birds, however, I just smiled and said it was nice to have met them and moved on.
Perfect little chute.
Moving on proved beneficial and I got into a few more fish before heading back to my truck. I was back in the city by 1:00 p.m.
Quick pic and then back into the pool.
Thanks for reading.
Trout Purgatory 