So I hit Housatonic River Outfitters to talk cfs's, clarity, and bugs with the guy who works there. He was helpful and gave my options to me like this: "If you want solitude stay around here and fish the Housatonic, and if you want a great chance at catching fish drive to the Farmington". Then we got to talking about stocking, water temps and catch and release. As I walked to my truck I made my mind up that I would go for solitude tonight.
I fished the Housatonic and did not see another soul, but still had a good time. Once I was on the water I spent some time relaxing. I finally made a cast only to miss a hook set. The rest of the night I could not find another fish, but I made up my mind that the next day I would get up early and hit the Farmington.
It had been a while since I fished a swift hole like this, so it took me a couple casts to get my wits about me. Once I had the feel of the new rod and the idea of where I should be drifting my rig, I stared hitting my spots and making good drifts. Then I made a cast a little further into this current and the hopper disappeared and I instinctively set the hook. Almost instantly knew I should have used my 5wt. My poor new 3wt rod was bent in a U shape and the fish was glued to the bottom. This trout fought hard to pull up stream and then tuned down and I had to chase. As the trout pulled down stream it was taking line from my rod and I was looking for slow current to guide it to . I finally found a pool and guided the trout into it.
Once it did not have the current to help take line, I started to make up ground on the fish. I brought the trout to my feet twice and both times it shot out and ran toward the current again. Both times I stopped it before it could drag me further down stream. Finally I backed myself to the shore and found a mud bar to guide the fish onto. As I got it close I realized that it was a big brown and two things dawned on me - first I should have used a 5wt and second I should have had my net with me.
Since I had played this fish so long I did not want to spend a lot of time taking pictures because I did not want to stress it anymore then I had already. I drug the big brown onto the mud bar, and knelt down next to it. As I removed the prince nymph from the big guys' top jaw I looked it over and knew my day was done. I laid the fish down next to my rod so I could get a shot of how long it was, and then gently took it into the current and let this beauty swim away. The fish was not phased at all, because it returned to the fast stuff and just did not show signs of stress which made me just as happy as the catch did.
It had been at least 5 years since I have caught a trout like this. I was over joyed about it and I was a mess for the rest of the day. Basically nothing could take me off the high horse I was riding, I remember saying 'it does not matter I caught a huge fish today!' as my answer to almost any question asked of me. Now that I have caught a big fish my juices are flowing fast and heavy and all I want to do is catch fish. So with that fact stated I need to get a MA fishing license. Until I get a new license I will not be fishing so my mission is to have a license by this time next week.