I enjoy and cherish the idea of brook trout fishing; the rugged country, the simple flies, the koo-koos who frequent the creeks.
But give me a brown trout stream, with complex, dizzying hatches; an undercut on every bend, few houses, and fewer posted signs. One snaking through a vibrant, lush, green valley; lined with rolling, tree covered hills, and wild flowers; this is where I long to be. I wouldn’t want the river to be very wide, maybe thirty feet at most; and it doesn’t need to be a spring creek either, though I would not mind if it was. Oh and long-haired cattle, there have to be long-haired cattle.
By W.R. Lepczyk