Fish Porn

In honor of the blue moon, I did something I rarely do; I kept a trout. I caught him in a super secret location on the West Branch of the Farmington with a Sulphur Bunny Fly. He was rising just my side of the center riffle and he sipped my fly on the first pass. I love it when you can tell immediately that it's a good fish. I knew he was a Brown because, unlike the Rainbows that I had been catching all afternoon, he went down and toward the far bank the instant he knew he was hooked. The Rainbows would jump repeatedly, almost comically until you reel them in. On the whole, with barbless hooks, repeatedly jumping seems to be the smarter move.