General overview about Trout Senses Additionally, even if you are fly fishing primarily for hatchery born fish, it is still good to know how a trout uses their senses. Why? Quite simply, by knowing how a trout uses their senses, your approach and presentation will be better, leading to less spooked fish and thus better results in the stream. While hatchery born fish are rather stupid, they aren't so stupid as to sit right on top of an anglers foot, patiently waiting for that fake fly to float right by. It's also worth remembering that compared to other fish, trout tend to be smarter than most, especially the cunning Brown Trout. Because of this, when fly fishing for trout, don't go about it like you would go about bluegill fishing. If an angler goes about fishing for trout on the basis that they are stupid, the angler is likely to be disappointed. A trout that can survive the rigors of a trout stream, especially a Brown Trout, is a very cunning animal indeed.

Brook Trout and Brook trout Fishing These fish range in color, but mostly brook trout are dark green to a light brown with sliver sides and even pale spots as well. As with other types of fish, their color tends to get deeper and richer during spawning. The male can develop a hook like feature on the jaw during breeding season. As for brook trout fishing, the best locations to do so are in the maritime provinces of Canada. Brook trout like water that is clean, well oxygenated, and usually are found in streams and lakes. To get some brook trout fishing in, an individual has the best chance using live bait or by artificial fly. Also, spin casting has been found to be effective at catching brook trout. These fish seem to be a good size and beautiful creatures of the north. For those planning a brook trout fishing trip, brook trout spawn in late summer or early autumn. Their lifespan is about five years.

De-Mystifying Fly Fishing I remember the first time I saw someone fly fishing. I think I was five years old. My father, my sister and I had back packed to a remote alpine lake. My trusty Zebco with the closed face push button casting reel, cork bobber and jar of Puatzke's, among my gear I couldn't live without. Positioned on a log vigilently eyeing my bobber for movement, a one-man raft paddled past, and in no time the occupant was making wild movements with the longest fishing pole ever. Mesmerized, I watched his graceful movements like he was a black belt martial arts expert. When my father came to check on me, I asked about him, my dad said he was fly fishing, a couple of other fishermen gathered to discuss this exotic art. All agreed it was a superior art form requiring more time than any one of us had to learn, let alone master. I tried to study my bobber with earnest after that, but it never seemed to hold the same pull it once had.

.

The Sporting Life
September 27, 2006 This is what I live for in the fall The gloom of a nighttime fog hovering around the dock lights couldn't hide the frenzy in the water.
Comment.

Looks like Glory of the North
Mike has finally written up a report of his trip up North.. The Glory of the North.