I came across this trout the other day in a thin trickle of a backcountry crick. I’d estimate him to be about to eight inches long. He was keenly keeping to the shadowed portion of a tiny pool and every so often would circle out into the direct sunlight as if on patrol of his domain.
I’ve noticed over the years, through observation in different locations, that the largest fish in a little pool will tend every so often to assert itself among the smaller fish and chase them around.
I peered through the streamside tree branches for a while watching the interplay between him and the smaller trout, as they occasionally darted up to pluck insects from the water’s surface. When the little ones swam too quickly or too close he would chase them around for a second and then drift back to the shallow, shadowy edge of the stream.
I always thought a trout was a beautiful fish. We used to fish for them many years ago when my father was stationed in Brunswick, Maine. Have many fond memories of our fishing trip up there. Great photos.
Beautiful pictures, especially the first, the trout almost framed by foliage. You have a great blog in general as well. Cheers
Thanks, Phil. And thanks for stopping by.