with my 3wt

[abcarias]

I went up north for a couple weeks and only took my 3wt. If the water had not been running so fast, I would have been over gunned. Caught browns, rainbows and mostly brookies. They were in some of the most beautiful places I have seen. Learned a lot about dry fly fishing.... mostly using elk hair caddis. Most of the streams had lots of trees lining the banks so I was forced to roll cast much of the time. I was also challenged by the fast currents...trying to get the longest drag free float of my flies possible. Here are a few pics from the trip.

The fabeled Ausable River in NY. Home of the National Fly Fishing championships a few years ago

Cookie cutter brookie Calabogi Canada

Slippery Rock near Lake Willoughby Vermont

Fresh bear tracks back a little to far from other peeps near Barton VT





Our backyard for a week on Lake Willoughby

Bright boat shed we past each morning in the canoe on Lake Willoughby

Caught this brookie in the pool on the next pic

One of many favorite places to throw a fly in VT

Personal best bow on the Clyde River in VT

[WannaDoDat]

Just spectacular, Steve! Your photos are amazing. Can't stop gazing at them!

You sure made my day with this post. Thank you!!

[Shorewalker]

Thanks for posting your purty pictures. That last trout should have been a blast on your 3 wt.

[JT]

Nice change of pace from the salt.

[skitterwalk]

Awesome trip and KILLER pics, love em! Way to go on the trout too. Interesting looking fish.

[bk]

there is absolutely nothing like standing in a secluded stream throwing flies at trout.
beautiful pictures.
thank you steve for sharing.

[abcarias]

Something BK commented on reminded me of how special it was to be alone in the woods. One of the pools I fished was a 15 minute hike from the road. I was alone and the sound of the water coming down the fall was deafening. You couldnt have heard someone or thing even if it was right behind you. At first it scared me a little and then I recalled the book and movie "Lost in the Wild" and pretended I was that crazy young man that feared nothing in the wild. That lasted about thirty minutes and a couple bookies before I realized I probably needed to go. I was so impressed with this spot that I brought Cindy back the next day to see this magic place. We weren't there 5 minutes when she noticed the bear paw prints in the pic above. It only took us 30 seconds to decide it was time to head back. Still, very cool experience.

[capncrunch]

Living the retired life. Nice post.