BrkTrt
12-05-2010, 06:03 AM
After recieving Roger Lowe's book Fly Patterns of the Smoky Mountains I tied up a few Yellow Palmers. Armed with these little dry flies I headed to a little piece of water I love. The air temps were in the forties with a stream temp of 42. I tied on the fly and sent it off to drift through a slow moving pool. The fly hung up on a small twig at the surface, part of a larger submerged branch. The fly sat there motionless for a second or two, then the pool exploded and a beautiful wild brookie came to hand.
The Yellow Palmer worked well that cold day. I can't wait til spring.
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After a cold few hours, Hot Coffee and Pepper Biscuits
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Brk Trt
The Yellow Palmer worked well that cold day. I can't wait til spring.
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p235/brookie47/cape/DSCN7549.jpg
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p235/brookie47/cape/DSCN7560.jpg
After a cold few hours, Hot Coffee and Pepper Biscuits
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p235/brookie47/cape/DSCN7552.jpg
Brk Trt