Fall fishing at Stump's place on Mossy is an exercise
Blackie the wonder cat watches for rising fish under
the willow tree, hoping I won't
catch the usual large trout. Chubs are his fare.
Unfortunately for Blackie, this very dark colored
brown came to my fly
rather than the red sided chub he had hoped for.
Tricos were the afternoon fare today. This boy took
my tiny parachute pattern.
He rested in the shallows for a while before returning
to the depths of the Willow Hole.
His friend soon came to my fly and slowly finned in
the shallows at my feet.
I noticed small dark bugs falling from the bare branches
of the willow tree and put on a small
beetle pattern which this nice fellow couldn't resist.
My final fish of the afternoon was this very brightly
colored holdover brown
apparently from our stocking a year ago. He is very healthy and
It will soon be winter and the browns of the Willow
Hole will hold tight to the bottom.
I will come again to Stump's place when the willow turns green