Image via WikipediaIt’s always fun fly fishing for trout in New Brunswick. I don’t remember ever having this much fun fishing in Ontario but back then I didn’t use a Fly rod.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning. It had been raining for most of the week but we thought we would stop by Stone Brook to see if the water was clear enough and low enough to fish and to our amazement it was. We were sure we heard the brook trout calling our name.
It was still early enough for our chest waders so we suited up and headed down the railway tracks to where we normally get in. The water was too deep there and the current too strong to get a foot hold so we walked down a bit further.
This is such a nice spot. If we have two vehicles we can park a car at one end and the other at the other. We can fish all day and then it’s only a two minute walk to the car.
If we only have one vehicle it’s still just a 20 minute walk back to the car by way of the railway tracks. It makes for such a great day.
Well back to the river and the trout.
This brook is full of brook trout and it’s wide enough for two of us to fly fish together in most parts.
We have a lot of fun trying to get the other guys spot before he can.
Well Roland and I have had a few adventures and laughed at each other for years and it always seems that we forget to snap a picture or two for future laughs.
On this particular day the water was a bit higher that normal for that time of year. There is one or two spots on the river where the trees tend to cover the entire river and the only way to get a cast is to get in under the trees.
Of course this is also where the water runs a bit deeper. Roland is a bit shorter than myself so he decided to get out and walk around this spot but not me.
I thought I could get through it and almost did, just not quite.
It was the funniest thing because Roland saw me bobbing out the other end bouncing from rock to rock on my tip-toes and just keeping the edges of my waders from going under and getting me soaked.
I had my Fly rod extended in Roland’s direction. He was laughing so hard he kept missing the tip of my rod. Eventually he did grab and slowly guided me to the shore.
I didn’t even get enough of a foot hold in there to get a single cast, just bobbed my way through just out of the reach of any of the tree branches that make it so hard to get a cast.
