What a day.
I on Saturday headed to the Farmington, expecting to run into some sad-looking new stockies. You can tell when they’re new: the fins and tails might be beat up from being in tanks and trucks, and scales are usually missing.
I also decided to start at a part of the river that has not been stocked yet, an area I call Grand Central Station. It’s that busy there. It’s in the permanent C&R area and is known for big and wily fish with Survivor Strain DNA.
I expected to be blanked, which is usually what happens to me there. But, it’s my nemesis, and I wanted to give it a go.
The unexpected happened: I quickly landed a huge pile of trout, mostly browns. The fish were pulsing with life and had intact fins/tails, with nary a scale missing. The famous holdover (edit: or, wild?) Grand Central brown trout. Why, pleased to meet you, at long last. Various anglers came and went, but I kept at it, because I had a hot hand. Then, I had a “bright” idea. “If it’s this good here,” I thought, “it’s going to be even better at [Blank], where stockies are dumped in by the hundreds.”
So, I left Grand Central, licking my chops and rubbing my hands together.
And? I caught nothing. Fly fishing is funny in that way
I am grateful for a great day. And, I landed more trout in another stretch. It has taken me many outings to learn just a fraction of this amazing tailwater.
You should put the Farmington on your bucket list. My PB trout is from there, a 21″ holdover brown. It’s the fish that keeps me coming back.
If you do head over, consider hiring Zach St. Amand as your guide. He lives next to the river and is on the water 200 days a year. I’ll be spending a 1/2 day with him in the spring to explore parts of the river I don’t yet know. He has a great reputation.
And, here are some of the fish from yesterday. Edit: all the browns I landed looked pretty pristine. Given the comments below, perhaps, they’re wild?