I'm at Fort Meade for a few months at a school. Pugs, a local member, met me for lunch a few weeks ago and turned me on to a few spots to fish.
I went the day after Thanksgiving, it was in the 60s. Beautiful day, beautiful stream, but no fish caught. The picture below was drifting a little pool that I could see four or five, obviously non-hungry, trout laying in, but no takers.
Fast forward to today. Pugs called and offered to actually take me to another spot. So we met earlier this morning and headed out. What a gorgeous little stream!
I watched Pugs for a few minutes...
...then struck out on my own.
Drifting a little #20 nymph through a little slot, and fish on!
I thought of it after turning him loose, that I should've taken a "trophy" shot, with my arms stretched out towards the camera. Maybe, just maybe, by doing that, I could've stretched that little guy out to a full six inches.
Honestly, he was
maybe four inches, tops. But a little native brown, from a beautiful stream, on a great day, with a great host... what more could I want.
Turned out that he was my only fish for the trip (both trips actually), but what a wonderful time.
Thanks for the good times Pugs!