During the drive back from Connecticut, I made a quick pit stop to fish the Natchaug. I fished it a few days ago during the drive down. Landed 40 trout (more here).
What a difference a few days makes. The river was very low, and there were hordes of folks, swimming in the choicest pools.
Honestly, that was cool with me. I chatted with some really nice folks, who were hanging out on Memorial Day weekend and just relaxing.
So, I targeted the “B” waters. These are the in-between sections that no one fishes. The water looks too shallow and unproductive. Most people target the pools.
Honestly, it didn’t look that promising. I hiked and fished and kept on hiking. Then, I ran into a short run. Hooked two, including a nice brown. Both fell off.
Then, I saw some trout rising in a short pool. It was an amazing sight. The sunlight’s angle was just right, and I could see the fish, how they beautifully used their fins to glide around and pick off emergers and bugs on the surface.
I put on some dries. No takes. Then, I went to a fly that was responsible for most of the 40 fish the other day: a beadhead Hare’s Ear, which I gently pulsed up and down.
Five fish came to the net in short order, including some good-sized rainbows (photo of one up top). Then, the other trout completely shut down, knowing I was there and highly suspicious of any and all flies.