MAINE - Life in the Slow Lane
Hmm should I go or should I stay ? I have been looking at the weather and wondering should I put a rod in the truck and head to the streams or should I stay home and pick on the folks back in Maine
Well I went out this morning braving the winds and belive it or not ( RAIN ). I did catch one little brown which is waitng to be uploaded in my media . Would have placed it here but have no clue how to do that. I missed a few also. The water was low and very clear. Spooked a few because of it. The fish were holding in deep pools. Stacked in there. There was some sadness to report on the stream also. I saw several dead or dying fish in the pools . I believe it to be from the stress of the spawn and maybe do to low water condtions. The fish that were dying were covered in white rotting flesh . A couple of nice brookies had this on them. I have seen this before on rainbows and browns but never on brook trout. At least there is still some healty young fish to report so there shold be some good fishing in the spring.
Dave I added your picture:
Lee
Are the fish from rapid creek normally that pale or is he just freezing his tail fins off 
Dave G
I think its the time of year. This was a very young fish about 5 inches long. I know they have darker more yellow fish in there. He wasnt out long just a quick photo back he went
Great looking fish Dave. How's the weather today?? Its raining beer here in my computer room....LOL 
Thats got to be a little messy Mike!!!!!!!!!!
Lee
Some guys have all the luck . Raining beer. Quick bottle it. 
LMAO hey I can post on the site again Thanks Lee for unbanning me 
Mike
You were not banned, if you were you would not be on now. Just kidding. It was a plugin to the site that had problems, all fixed now.
Lee
Trust me you dont want to make the wife made when she has the rod in her hand.
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