I my opinion the Eastern Brook Trout caught on a ulta light fly rod and a dry fly is perhaps the most exciting fishing to be found. In the Spring of the year when the ice has just gone out of the lakes and the Mayfly hatch is just around the corner, the Nova Scotia and Newfoundland anglers is filled with excitement.
Your flies are tied (everyone with their own special fly), your gear is cleaned and packed, awaiting the opening day. Which brings me to my ever present thought, if everyone has their own pattern and catches fish, why are there so many patterns? I have two patterns I use, although I tie numerous patterns. Perhaps were tying for ourselfs not the fish.
Once opening day arrives we head for our favorite camp Jim's Place at a lake in Central Nova Scotia, something we've been doing for 20 yrs. The camp is on an island in the middle of the lake, nothing special to look at or stay in but it's in god's country.
After a four hour treck over two other lakes and portage through two streams with our 12 ft. Aluminum boats and 2 and 4 HP outboards, we finally reach our destination. All the way talking about the adventures ahead. Surely there will be a good Mayfly hatch? Is the camp secure over the winter? Will we have good weather? All questions we ask, all will be answered, but reguardless we know the trip will be worth it.
Once we reach our destination and unpack the gear, we're ready for a little lunch, usually baked beans (and not the canned ones) and brown bread. After the meal we'll put our lines together and debate on going fishing or perhaps a nap. A few years ago it would be fishing, now it's a nap. The few that are ready to go fishing depart while the rest saw wood (but not for the stove).
Now that everyone's awake were ready, on goes the hip waders and the gear is taken down to the boats all are in anticipation. We pair in groups of two, each head for their favorite spot on the lake. Once anchored, you hear the zip of flyline being pulled from the reel, a little ripple is seen in the water were the fly lands. Your mind is racing, waiting for that enivetable splash, but to no availe. (You though I was catching a trout here, didn't you?)
After a number of cast in different areas around the boat, the sun begins to set and the fog rolls in the lake comes alive. The Mayfly can be seen comming off the trees to lay their eggs from the morning hatch. There are a few ripples around the boat, the trout begin to feed off the surface, your getting excited and trying to cast in the vicinity of the last break, until finally it's your immitation that's gone under. You apply gentle pressure to the line and feel it's getting tight.
You now know that it's a Bookie, you can see the shimmer as it fights you. You try to remain calm, it's only a no. 14 hook and a 2 lb. leader, ease him in you tell yourself. You see him jump and then feel a slack in the line, he's got the best of you, you're first trout of the season gone. (Hey this is real life, not TV you never catch them all). Well that's okay, you're here for a few days and that won't be the last one, so you restring your line and begin casting again.
A little later you see a break in the water, sure enough you have one on. You ease him toward the boat, holding your breath all the way. Finally you see the silvery shimmer under the water and a splash, this guys a jumper. You just keep the tension on and let him do his thing, he decides he's not quite ready to come in yet. He strips some line from your reel, what a beautiful sound. Your adrenelane is rushing but you aren't about to give up on this baby.
After what seems hours you have him in close to the boat again. Where's the net ? you yell. Thought it wasn't in the boat didn't you, well you'll have to check back to see...-:)
Don't worry this story isn't over yet, I'm still working on it....