A season well completed
Last Saturday, as the annual Trout Season came to an end, I set out in search of trout. Despite the fact that I had enjoyed a few good days of trout fishing over the course of the summer, by and large the trout season was a flop.
Sure, I had some good days, but I never had a great day. The local waters just weren’t as productive as they’ve been in the past; despite the many flies, lies and lures I regularly utilized.
Maybe it was the weather, the heavy rains, and the hot sun. It may also be that I’m losing my touch, or not paying the proper attention to detail.
On both rivers and ponds, the water temperatures spiked early in the season, and they never really cooled off. On Saturday afternoon, despite the stiff winds and autumn’s chill; water temperatures on most of the local ponds and streams remained in the high 50s or low 60s. Even a cool rain had no effect, and I retreated from the ponds by the early afternoon, to finish the season on a little brook, that is scattered with beaver dams.
My season finally came to an end, in the dim dusk of the late afternoon. I had managed to land just a single brookie, in six hours of steady angling. It was a handsome male, resplendent with a bright, crimson belly and a pronounced hook jaw.
As I released the fish, and gently slipped it back into the stream, a flying wedge of Canada Geese flew over, just barely above the surrounding alders.
The flyby, which resembled a squadron of F-15’s passing over a stadium, provided a most fitting conclusion to the Trout Season.
Change of seasons
It was an abrupt change of seasons. Although the Muzzleloading Season for Big Game kicked off on the same day as trout season concluded, the weather was not too conducive to the hunt, with stiff winds blowing a steady drizzle of cold rain. It was not the type of day to keep your powder dry, or to find deer on the move, as the weather kept them down.
Joe Hackett is a guide and sportsman residing in Ray Brook. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org