There are some times that ya just don’t feel like going the distance. You’re just too lazy to actually strap on the waders, put on your boots, etc.. Ya kinda just feel like wondering down the banks of a little crystal clear stream and dunking a worm. Remember when you were a kid. Ya didn’t have all the crap. Floatent, tippet, 8 rods 12 reels, waders, vests, books, hatch guides, etc.. All ya had was a fishing rod with the tip busted off and a reel that was on backwards. That’s all ya needed. Well, I no longer dunk worms, but I do miss the simplicity of being a little kid. So that’s usually when I grab my bamboo rod, my fly box and that’s it. I don’t really plan on catching a monster or anything at all for that matter. I kind of just like the sound of the running water and the clarity of it all. Ok, I lied a little. I always like to catch fish. No matter how relaxed I am, if there is a rod in my hand – I’m gonna get obsessed with finding the fins. So anyway that was the case. I found this little creek and ventured to the spots where no foot traffic had been and that’s when I ran into a great little waterfall. The little brookies and browns were feeding on top and I could see them in the water. Clear as day. Believe it or not, the brookies were even trying to jump up the waterfall like Salmon. Pretty cute stuff really. So, they were eating really, really small stuff. I threw on a tiny mosquito and bang they loved it more than me. It actually drove me nuts. I can’t stand fishing tiny dry flies. I always find myelf staring at something that I think is my fly only to realize tha my fly is already at my feet. Anyway, I was able to see the tiny little fly and even better yet, I was able to see the trout slurp it off the top. I picked up a nice colorful brookie and a little brown trout. The lessons learned today were. Don’t forget to relax. Just fish and have fun. Don’t forget about that kid you used to be dunking the worm with a broken rod. I also learned that brookies love to be in places that are hard to flyfish. The love twigs and logs and all that stuff that we get hung up on. I leaned to think before casting. Know where to put the fly and more importantly know if you have a chance of even making a good cast and drift. If you can’t do those two things your probably better off not casting at all. I also learned that if the fish are really zeroing in on small stuff, that’s probably all they will take. So, I think size is more important than color and a good drift is more important than everything. Above all else, have fun and try leaving all your expensive gear behind once and a while. Get back to the simplicity of it all and forget all that you have learned. It’s good for ya.