Posted on July 14 2013
With Christian and I back on the mainland from Beaver Island, we met up the next morning with Jason Tucker of Fontinalis Rising and followed him out into the woods, down several long dirt roads leading to nearly forgotten trails, to a favorite brook trout stream of his.
After days of casting big flies on heavy weight outfits to carp, it was a wonderful reprieve to spend the day picking apart small water and casting to brook trout crashing dry flies. The day was bright and warm and even though Jason was somewhat disappointed by the number of fish that we found, Christian and I were more than happy to find redemption with these little jewels.
By afternoon it was time to break down the gear, drink one last cold Oberon, pack everything up, and then head to Traverse City to put Christian on the plane for his journey home to Sweden.
I drove down state to my parent's house where my children had been all week, spent the night, and then yesterday morning we left for a fourteen hour day in the car arriving home in time for dinner. A long and good week and a half away complete.
After days of casting big flies on heavy weight outfits to carp, it was a wonderful reprieve to spend the day picking apart small water and casting to brook trout crashing dry flies. The day was bright and warm and even though Jason was somewhat disappointed by the number of fish that we found, Christian and I were more than happy to find redemption with these little jewels.
By afternoon it was time to break down the gear, drink one last cold Oberon, pack everything up, and then head to Traverse City to put Christian on the plane for his journey home to Sweden.
I drove down state to my parent's house where my children had been all week, spent the night, and then yesterday morning we left for a fourteen hour day in the car arriving home in time for dinner. A long and good week and a half away complete.
