Where I live, I use to catch the occasional brook trout, but my dry spell for brookies has gone on to long. Last year, I went out of my way to fish the smallest and most secluded head waters in search of those dazzling beauties- fish with as much fight as color. I remember crawling and casting in a window so tight with such delicate gear that it seemed impossible. I did catch small trout, but they always were browns.
I gave up near the end of the season. I took a road trip to a river well known for brook trout to satisfy my fix. With a family and a wife, road trips aren’t as easy to do as they once were. During my trip, I did catch a good number of wild brook trout and that made me happy. It didn’t resolve my need though.
So I continue my quest to catch a local brookie. My son has taken up rod now and is interested in fly fishing. I have taken him out a few times and he has caught fish. I hope that in his life too there will be brookies. For me if it comes to it, eventually I’ll road trip it. I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that, but I hope and need those places that are home to brook trout.