Here’s one of the great things about my job: yesterday morning, Tom Rosenbauer said to me, “Hey, I need some pictures of brookies. Can you go fishing with me this afternoon?”
There is, of course, only one answer to that question.
We headed up a steep mountain stream in the Green Mountain National Forest, and I tied on a tried-and-true Stimmie. But the temperature had dropped about 15 degrees from the day before, so the fish were not active. Several times, Tom and I expressed astonishment that a perfect drift did not draw a strike. But we did manage to land half a dozen brookies, as well as a little brown, much higher on the watershed than either of us had ever seen one. A couple of the brookies were in spectacular spawning colors, and Tom’s photos came out great.