There is a sense of urgency now to get it all in before it is too late. I guess to some that would mean finish up stacking the fire wood or raking leaves, but to me it means getting in those last few fishing trips before the season ends. To that end, I have been working overtime in the last couple of weeks.
I managed to get in that last trip to Maine before the end of September. This past week, I have made a couple of quick trips to some of the smaller streams. I have had some decent late fall fishing in small streams, but on the whole fishing in headwater streams in late fall is a waste of time. By mid-October, these waters can become choked with falling leaves. It is annoying to hook a leaf on nearly every cast.
However, the No. 1 reason is that brook trout spawn in the fall and just about all but disappear. With procreation on the brain, taking a fly is the last thing on their minds.
A few years ago, a buddy and I happened to come across one of those secret places where brook trout go to spawn. As it happened, they were all to eager to eat flies.
After catching and releasing a couple, we both came to the conclusion that we were causing more harm than good and quickly reeled in and called it a day. Although it was interesting to witness a part of nature rarely seen, we realized that to interfere would be a sin.
A few days ago, I hiked into one of my favorite pools. I can’t say that I am much of a hiker and this, in all honesty, was more like a short walk in the woods. This little pool has special meaning to me, and I never fail to visit it at least once before snow flies.
In honor of the occasion, I had brought along a special bamboo fly rod that a friend had made for me. It is a 7½ footer for a five weight. The rod was made by David Rinker, who, in my opinion, is one of the finest bamboo rod makers in America that you have never heard of. The reason for this is that Rinker has never turned pro and only makes rods for his own amusement and for the occasional friend. I feel truly blessed to own this rod, and I only fish it on special occasions.
I went to this place a couple of weeks previous, and the trout had been kind of picky. On this day, they were more than willing to take my offerings. I caught a couple of fish, and that was more than enough.
I found a soft rock and just sat back for a while and took in the day. It was late afternoon and the woods were bathed in that golden light that only happens in New Hampshire in fall. My mind wandered a little, as I sat there listening to the river, and thought about old friends.
See you on the river.