Pretty much every stream I can think of is muck. This is a little tale of the exception to that rule.

I don't have to travel far to find this place, and it's a perfect match for the Magic Stick (walking stick/fly rod combo) that Glenn made for me. With the tailwaters even running a bit high and off color, I took the Magic Stick out for a little stream adventure.


Part of the adventure is hiking in! Oh, there's a road down there. Guess I could have driven....


And when I need a break from the rain and sleet -- I can always take solace in my river-side vacation home. I just have to share it with Pack rats. They keep a tidier house than I do, anyway.


Pack rats aside, I am just steps away from hooking up with....


...fatty Brown trout!


Look. I tried stonefly nymphs, Hare's ears, Brassies, etc... Even tried a dry BWO! But they only took the worm. If that's what they like, I'm not gonna argue. Besides a Brown in hand is worth a half dozen in the river. Maybe not that many. More like it's worth six.

It takes a little more work and weight on the line to find these guys, with the higher water, but the easy-casting Magic Stick enables me to hit pocket after pocket and pull these fatties from the crick. Such things should never end: casting Sweetgrass bamboo and catching wild fish.


Look at that belly!

However, sometimes I have to go back to my crick, vacation home and fight the pack rats for the dinner they left behind.


In Wild Waters,

Zac Sexton

The Meandering Boo Boy