|Huskey looking for the next rise.|
Bryan spots a brown breaking the surface, we move at the speed of a turtle towards the target, to avoid any surface disturbance that might be noticed, you only have a couple chance before the brown loses interest. Bryan makes a cast, the hopper lands upstream about a foot ahead of the target and inches it's way right into the feeding zone, the Brown Trout assaults the hopper, running with it. Bryan eases it to the bank, and nets it carefully. I'm stunned by the vibrant colors of the scales, the cheek is iridescent blue, the red spots stand out like chickenpox's on a child and the belly and fins glow like a pot of gold. I'm smitten by the beauty of the brown.
The rest of the evening we work our way up riffles casting to browns underneath hanging willows, the heat bets down on my shoulders and back but with the cool water at my knees, it's a nice balance and I have no desire to escape it when the heat is on.
Photos by Mia