klingy
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Since my favorite smallie waters were chocolate milk today, I decided to hit the Letort. It was overcast the whole time with a slight breeze and some drizzle early on. Air temp upper 60s low 70s. Got to the lower end of the stream around 11 and just observed for a while. Didn't notice any risers, so I started with a bead-head nymph under the banks. On like my 5th cast, I hooked into a ginormous brownie. Like they tend to do, it dove straight for the grass. I tried to turn it, but it was haulin', and was into the weeds in a second. I kept the pressure on, and it came out and shot under the bank. That's when I felt the dreaded give in the rod and my fly shot back into the air. After catching my breath, I checked my line. I thought my line snapped, but it was actually my hook! That's the first time I lost a fish to a broken hook. I soldiered on (after promising myself to invest in better hooks), and came to a section of stream teeming with hoppers. So I tied on a little foam hopper that I had tied up about a week ago and cast to a likely lie. Wham! A nice 12 inch brown came to hand. I though there might be another in the hole, so I made another cast up. There was a subtle take, and I set the hook. This fish was nicer, I could tell. A few minutes later, I had a beauty of a letort brown at my feet. Could this day get any better? I got my answer in the form of a couple more nice browns. No matter how many times I fish this stream, I will always come back because I know days like this are possible!
