I took another trip to the Scantic River this morning. This time much farther downstream and virtually unknown to myself. It took all of 15 seconds to realize that the trout wanted nothing to do with my wooly bugger and were feeding on dry flies on the surface. I tied on a Parachute Adams with a bobber 6’ up the line for casting weight. I missed a brown trout but hooked him the second time. Unfortunately the fly was starting to sink and I couldn’t dry it enough to float. I also didn’t have any floatant to put on so I was forced to switch flies after each fish. The second fly up was an Orange Stimulator. First cast with this fly and I connected on another brown trout. I decided to try a fly that hasn’t seen the light of day in 15 years. It was a Royal Wulff my dad. It was aged, like a fine wine, but did the job. I tied it on and cast it out and caught another brown trout. I dug around his fly box for another fly to tie on. This time it was an Adams. It took a little longer with the Adams but another brown trout made it to the net. After the fourth fish I waded out of the river and went home. I caught two browns on flies I bought from Orvis last year and two browns caught on flies tied by my dad 15 years ago. Not a bad morning on the river.