4 Brook Trout

Today I was fishing in a secret location near New Maryland, NB. It was an overcast day with temperatures around 13 Celsius. The stream I was on wasn't too deep - I was fine with rubber boots, but I wore my gore-tex socks underneath to keep dry should I misjudge its depth.

I walked upstream, spending a few minutes casting into any promising-looking spots along the way. Finally I arrived at a still pool which looked large enough to hold some fish. The water was dark; the lower branches of a large tree hung over it, and a large boulder sat to its left. As I was reeling in my first cast, I was sure my lure had caught momentarily on a submerged rock, but instead a viciously thrashing brook trout was on the end of my line! I ended up catching one more at this location, and saw another trout but decided to leave it alone.



I walked a little further upstream and came to an even more promising-looking pool. It was larger and darker than the previous one. Once again, the fish were hungry for my lure, and I pulled two more brookies out, including the largest one to date (the one on the bottom).

Then it was back home to clean and fillet them. Can't wait to eat...