I was in FL since the beginning of October, so I missed the peak foliage here. My wife and I always drive around to do a little leaf peeping in Quabbin, then head to Atkins farm for various fall foods and decorations. This year I added in a little time on the water. So with that said, let's get started.
As I was scouting the river for good spots I came across these guys eating some lunch.
We got to Quabbin and still were able to see a lot of nice colors.
We even saw another brood of turkey’s.
They eventually saw us and went into the woods, not fast enough though.
When I got to the water I wanted to test out fishing with streamers. I had brought my dad's old streamer wallet full of stuff tied 20 years ago. I first reached for a grey ghost, but had no luck. Then being inspired by the loud fall colors I grabbed a pink and yellow fly. No idea the name, but it was certainly loud.
I casted upstream for a dead drift, then tried twitching, then tried pulsing. No luck. I cast ed downstream and let it hang there and twitched and still no luck. I moved spots and casted upstream, I felt the line stop and assumed I was on a rock. As I twitched the rod it bent over, I was to late and the fish spit the hook and jumped out of the water to tease me. I tried to get him again with that fly but no luck. I tied on the old confidence fly (elk hair caddis) and went back for him. I was higher up, so I had a good view and was treated to a great sight. I was able to see the fish follow my fly, swim behind it, rise up, and GULP. Normally I just get to see the fly and a splash. Within a few minutes he was in the net and all was right in the world again. It was a healthy rainbow. He didn't put up a spectacular fight, but it was admirable. After I released him I packed up the rod and headed home.
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