|One of the great birthday presents from my wife and daughter|
After about an hours drive west of my home, I arrived stream-side and casually walked down the nearest path to view the stream. I was pleasantly surprised to find what appeared to be a very nice looking, wild trout stream.
|The Lower Quinapoxet, just above Wachuset Reservoir|
I rigged up, donned my waders, and set forth with the greatest of enthusiasm. I chose a section to start the days fishing not far from the car. It was a beautiful run with good depth and numerous large cobble and small boulder to provided small pockets that, I was sure, would hold some really hungry (its been a long winter) brook trout. I began with the usual dark-bodied, non-specific nymph and added some split shot to help get the fly down close to the bottom. The stream looked to be bank-full and was flowing well and it was very clear.
|Fantastic trout habitat on the Quinapoxet|
|Another great run on the Quinapoxet|
Lets just say that I probably walked and fished ~85% of the stream over the day and never even saw a fish other than a few blacknose dace in backwaters. I did however witness a fairly impressive hatch of little black stoneflies (probably Taeniopterx) and I did see female stoneflies laying eggs in runs and the tail-outs of pools. There appeared to be enough flies on the water that I thought I might just see a few fish rising, but it never happened.
|Little black stoneflies (probably Taeniopterx) were hatching all day|
I am not easily deterred, so I kept at it and continued to hike higher and higher into the watershed. I did notice along the way a few small feeder streams that I am sure keep this stream very cool during the warmer months. I explored a few and dapped a fly or two into some of the deeper pools, still no luck there either.
|A small, tannin-stained feeder stream|
And there was lots of beaver activity in and around the stream. I actually saw the remains of one beaver pond that looked like it had been recently destroyed, perhaps by high water after all of the snow melted this year.
|There are some fierce beavers up here in New England|