Most of the fish in little mountain streams aren't too big but they are so fun to see in action. They come up for flies on the surface like it's their last meal. It was real tricky for us to get our flies right where we wanted them. Our casts sometimes needed to slip between willows hanging over the stream from each side leaving sometimes a gap of only two feet. Most of the day was pretty calm with only a gentle breeze but that breeze would often take the cast off target just enough and into the trees. But whenever our bugs (elk hair caddis, caddis pupae, caddis emerger, and ants) hit the spot there was a little brown trout waiting (about 10 to 15 per hour). All the crawling around on the rocks and in the brush, the ants all over us and scraped shins is always worth it.
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