Backyard Brookies and Spring Creek'n

Been meaning to hit up a local beaver flowage.  I haven't been in there in a couple years so before the water got to warm and low it had to happen today, or not at all.  Up at 4:30 am, in the truck by 5:00 and after a whole 5 minute long drive it was time to unload :)

Upriver I go...

Whats around the bend....a brand new dam I see.

Up and over and into the chubs...

There were dark colored mayfies all over the water but the fish weren't interested.  So today a good old weighted zug bug did the damage.  After I got up far enough the tide began to change from chub to brookie.

Good looking water, sandy bottom and lots of alder bushes lining the edges.

And then it happened......After casting to a large grouping of stumps the freight train arrived.  Good thing I was using 4x, was able to horse him in and into the net in short order.  Things can turn ugly with all those beaver sticks around.  A quick picture and back in.  Who says NH wild trout are all tiny?

Three years ago I had my wife up in here....and she caught two even bigger :)

After this....I decided to turn back and head home to drop the canoe off.  So far...a very good day.  But it can always get better right?

Not long after I arrived at my second planned location, a nice spring fed mountain creek.

With the afternoon temps getting close to 85 I was glad to be out of the sun and into the shade.  I tied on a nice bushy dry/dropper and never felt the need to change it up.  If it aint broke...

Looking back down

The fishing was good, all those spots that look like they hold fish did indeed so.

Huge plunge after plunge......

Mostly rainbows, with a few brookies mixed in here and there.  3-4 fish out of ever pool was the norm.

A nice looking feeder stream, very cold.

More plunges....

Feisty wild bows...

One of those dark pools holds a small steam monster. After watching my dry suddenly shoot backwards I set the the hook and instantly my rod bent double, one leap, two quick circles and snap.  I did get a glimpse though....a fierce wild bow over a foot long awaits a return trip.

Around 4 I decided to call it quits.  Covered in bug bites, sweat, sticky bug dope, tired.....12 hours on the water...and I'd do it all again in an instant :)