At the downstream as the sun went down the trout came out to play. Both Scott and I were catching these brook trout on our swung wet flies.
The sun was beginning to set on a day that started in the 20's and ended in the upper 60's.
This was our final pool.
This creek flows through a mixture of forest and farmland. Once the sun was athe horizon we decide to hike out.
Here is a view of the bridge we parked at as me we made it back.
Well we were getting pretty hungry so we went to have dinner. And did we have for dinner? Fish and chips of course. and washed with it down with some Goose Island 312 Wheat Ale it was a feast.