Gotta love a brook trout. This has been a disappointing summer for fishing, mostly because the smallmouth fishing has been so slow and poor. But these trips for trout - today with my friend Matt back to Big Hunting Creek in Maryland - are enough to make me remember why I love fly fishing so much. Just a couple of these beautiful brookies, but a perfect weather day on the water. Oh, and I continue to astound myself as to how small a fish I can catch. This one came to my attention only when I brought the line back for another cast. There he was, flying through the air on the end of my line. Not the first time I've done that, but it's pretty funny when it does happen.
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