Got this bad boy to take an isonychia nymph, which I had on a five foot dropper. I have never used a dropper that long.
As I was catching this fish, I noticed this other, larger fish hanging around and watching. Very untrout-like behavior.
Found out later that's because it wasn't a trout. It had died, somehow, and was belly up in the same pool that evening. When I fished it out, I saw this big yellow nasty-looking thing. Carp? Sucker? Klingon salmon? Beats me. I chucked it in the woods for the critters, who probably won't touch it either.
Meanwhile, back in Connecticut on the Blackberry, a cool, overcast day did not result in joyful trout leaping at anything. I had to work at it.
In this case, a soaked Royal Wulff dry fly, bounced off this glowing green rock, coaxed this fat brown into action.
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