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@jonas_onthefly takes brookies to surface!
They’re going back home! 🏞 Photo Credit: @evan.schock
Rainbow in November 🌈 Photo Credit: @the_fish_eye
Say hello to the drunk trout 😆 Photo Credit: @underwatertrout
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@zakkdoldan with another giant brown!
Such a beautiful dolly! Photo Credit: @crystalcreeklodge
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Huge Brown Bounty! Photo Credit: @zakkdoldan
Brook Fun Part 2 Photo Credit: @seanlandsman
Some interesting conversations during a recent backpacking & fly fishing trip in the eastern Sierra. America used to be a relatively egalitarian place with a strong middle class. Is this still reality? Is it still true that if you educate yourself and work hard you will be rewarded? Everyone in America needs a strong middle class. Without it we will fail.
Beautiful fish
Study of a flytyer in oils. About 3-3.5 hours total.
Julia caught this all by herself!
Catch you later! Photo Credit: @blackstoneflyfishing @sayyestoadventure_
Sunny holiday postcard of Brandywine Beach in Hoffman’s Mill, Mass., the summer home of Thomas Morehouse-Croft, an eastern brook trout who lived most of the year in Settler’s Creek, West Virginia, where he served as advisor to the Longfellow Center for Hillbilly Telematics, while feasting upon mayflies, caddisflies and midges.
Morehouse-Croft is the brook trout famous for solving the Troll Bridge Dilemma, the mathematical construct that makes possible the double stamping of Bitcoins and PixelFarthings.
FUN FACT: Sunbathing at the bottom center of the postcard is believed to be Morehouse-Croft’s adoring mistress, Abigail Stamford, whom he later left for a southern Appalachian brook trout.
Old drawing that is still good information today
I neeeeed this in my life.
(Photo Credit: Ben Sherman of Lux Montage)
@evan_schock and the dolly. Can’t think of a better way to spend the Sunday.
It’s bathing day again, and it’s how Emily knows another couple of weeks has passed, give or take.
Her sense of time is still a blur, but there’s the unmistakable flow crisp of icy air replacing the moist scent of rotting leaves, and the chilled metal of her doorhandle bites at her fingers as she grabs it. And she knows it must be the Month of High Cold.
And she would climb up and push the metal shutters in the dusty corridors to see if the snow has covered the metal cat outside, if it has covered the roofs and the gardens and the round terrace on her right, or if it’s a windy, dry, snowless kind of winter, but a woman in dusty overalls and a heavy little suitcase came in with the madame some weeks before that, and fiddled with the old broken lock, and before Emily could even move to get up, the door slammed and the rusty old key turned, scraping at her spine.
Today one of the girls turns the key inside the lock, sheepishly, a stack of towels under her arms, and against the darkness of the freezing hall Emily sees the faint glow of the girl’s breath, a ghostly little cloud around her mouth. Emily sways, getting up from her spot, and feels a dull hit of embarrassment against her throat, at the aching weakness of her knees, of moving around so little when she used to be running around the Tower’s gardens for hours and could climb the hightest tree if only her governesses would let her. Could run and run and get scratches on her laquered shoes from running so much, almost as fast as Corvo, and she would be chastised for returning back to her studies all sweaty and red-faced and her voice hoarse and raw from the chilly air outside, and now she could barely get herself to follow the girl down the stairs, each step echoing painfully through her soles.
She wonders, briefly, if she could be so weak because she’s falling sick.
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Finally got me some nature time. The Hubs and I did a little fly fishing around our local waters. Guess what, I caught my first (wild) brook trout! Look at how pretty the patterning is: slate blue with hot pink and lemon polka dots with racer strips on the fins~ Me thinks these are prettier than rainbow trouts.
Beautiful Brook Trout near the A.T. ~At Firescald Falls in Dennis Cove.
http://player.vimeo.com/video/54018616
Every Steelheaders fantasy.
How cool can this be! Photo Credit: @hoodlum_photography
Have some fish!
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#FindYourWay: Catch a fish at California’s Trinity Wild and Scenic River
Popular with fisherman and pleasure boaters alike, the 43 miles of the Wild and Scenic Trinity River from Lewiston to Pigeon Point is a class I and II segment that flows out of the Trinity and Lewiston Lakes.
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Fly fishing the Upper Owens River in the winter is fantastic. It is stunningly beautiful. Peaceful. Quiet except for the occasional piercing sound of a hawk. Clear and very cold this day. Not another person to be seen. The fishing went off.