Fall Fly Fishing Enjoyable in New Hampshire

WRITING ON THE FLY
By GEORGE LISET

    If you doubt the recognition of New Hampshire within the fall, simply attempt to drive across the Notch, North Conway or round Lake Winnipesaukee on the weekends. My good friend Terry tried to go to the Dolly Copp campground to fly fish for a few days. The operative phrase was “Tried”! Terry needed to spend extra time fishing than driving so he had a change of plans and headed over to a small stream that isn’t well-known.

    When I moved to New Hampshire I promised myself that I’d not take being right here with no consideration, or as I wish to joke, for granite. The fall season in New Hampshire is a reminder to me that there’s an excessive amount of magnificence to ever get uninterested in. Every fall is sort of a completely different image on one other canvas, very similar to Van Gogh’s Haystacks, the solar is sort of a coloration wheel for the leaves.

    Fly fishers can admire their environment as a result of that’s half the explanation they fish, the opposite half is the wonder that may be discovered swimming within the rivers and streams or floating on a secluded pond. A fall brook trout in all their colours is as equally spectacular because the surroundings. I’ve a couple of native spots which are secluded sufficient that I received’t see one other angler and the place the surroundings is such that one would suppose they have been in northern New Hampshire or Maine. The water is chilly and the brookies are feisty.

    The late author John Gierach would say that the very best fishing was simply previous the spot the place the path ends. More typically than not he has been proper. On today I walked up the river mattress fishing pocket water. The river was low which made it simpler to traverse, however the kettle stones on the stroll was a problem even with a wading employees. I had my new Orvis Superfine 3 weight rod with a dimension twenty Blue Wing Olive on a seven x tippet, a fly the brookies can’t resist.

     At the primary pool my fly landed with a thud and I scared any fish which may have been there to go for canopy, so I headed as much as the following pool the place I bought my contact again and landed the fly completely on the finish of the pool. however then missed the strike. I solid once more a bit of additional up the pool and caught an exquisite brook trout in fall colours. Instead of instantly releasing the fish I held it within the water and took some photos. Then I simply watched the fish treading water in my web.

    Today it wasn’t concerning the variety of fish, it was concerning the magnificence that may be discovered beneath your nostril. The outdated adage “Wake up and smell the roses”, or trout on this case.

I launched the fish then sat down in opposition to a tree with the solar on my face and the bushes in full splendor in opposition to the deep blue sky. A sight, an image or phrases couldn’t do justice to. Then I referred to as it a day.