Another gorgeous October morning here in Vermont. Only two weeks left of trout season, so Phil Monahan and I got up before light and met at a stretch on the Battenkill that we both like (which does not equate to a stretch where we consistently catch the river’s wild brown trout…there is not such stretch, for us anyway). A cold night in the thirties meant fog on the river first thing. Jumped some wood ducks first thing and thought maybe I should have hung up the rod and gone with the shotgun instead.
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Eric Rickstad |
We fished for a good hour. Nothing. Not a big surprise. The browns on the ‘Kill are as wary as any brown trout anywhere.
I tried to catch footage of a mink on the bank using my Flip video camera. Not sure if it came out. If it did, we’ll post.
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Eric Rickstad |
We got to the bridge where we’d left Phil’s rig before driving mine to the top of the stretch. I fished the bridge for the heck of it and caught a nice little brown, only about half again the size of the streamer I was chucking. But this was good to see, since it was a size missing for years before the restoration work that’s been done the past few years.
I landed one nice fish in a second spot downriver. With the sun coming up high and it nearing 10:30 a.m., we thought maybe we should get to the office.
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Eric Rickstad |
It’s good to live in such a place as this.
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Eric Rickstad |