Dave

August 6th, 2007

Morsels
By Dave Pearson, PA

Yesterday I was sent on a clandestine mission to the local convenience store to buy some cake making ingredients. It's my father's birthday. And my father-in-law's Birthday. AND my sister-in-law's boyfriend's birthday. Their actual dates of birth are a couple of weeks apart, but we will commemorate the events with one big party here at the lake house. The lake is Lake Winnipesaukee and the house a series of rustic cabins which have served as my wife's family's summer vacation spot for generations. This is the first year that all three birthday boys will be here at the lake all at the same time. So, the party should come as a surprise, though cabin living is close and public. Keeping a secret of this magnitude while the preparations are underway is proving to be difficult.

I rode my bike to the convenience store for flour, sugar, butter, and 'high quality' bar chocolate not baking chocolate. I was told that though baking chocolate melts very smoothly, it just doesn't taste as good as a high quality bar chocolate does. And this chocolate is reserved for the frosting so it should be smooth but it HAS to be tasty.

I could find no high quality bar chocolate.

So I brought home semi-sweet chocolate chips instead.

Later, Gillian and I returned to the convenience store for a few other items and she managed to find the previously elusive bar chocolate. So, now I sit typing, munching on chocolate chips, or, as it says on the package, semi-sweet morsels.

Morsel. Something small, sweet, and delectable; tiny bits to be savored one at a time or gobbled down by the handful. My vacation here at the lake has been a series of morsels.

I'm not a fisher of large bodies of still water. I'm told there are salmon and lake trout to be had at depths of 60 feet out in the beyond of Lake Winnipesaukee. This information is useless to me. Even if I had a boat, there is no way I can fish those depths; my floating line is ill-suited to this type of fishing. I have no interest in trolling. The whole business is too featureless and too big. Fortunately, there are smaller waters. Waters that move and are alive with brook and rainbow trout. Morsels.

New Hampshire stream

We arrived at the lake late Thursday afternoon. I got my New Hampshire fishing license first thing Friday morning. Dawn Saturday morning found me calf deep in a cool mountain stream surrounded by hemlocks. The state calls this a river, but to me it is a medium-sized stream. The bed is mostly granite, so the rocks are quite rounded. Much more so than the flatter sedimentary rocks I'm used to in Pennsylvania water. The grade is steeper; the water is faster and deeper. The water is clear as can be and filled with trout. And other wildlife.

Otter stream

I saw no moose, though I saw several signs stating that a nearby stretch of road was a 'moose crossing' area. I startled a blue heron who I convinced to fish downstream from me upping my strike ratio. I saw a kingfisher. And I stepped on an otter(!) who shot out from under my foot and swam like a torpedo straight upstream and out of sight. I had to sit down and take a bit of a break after that one. More morsels.

I caught fish. Colorful, eager brook trout and acrobatic rainbows. The fishing was tough but not technical, that is, the fish were feeding opportunistically and presentation was the key. I caught all the fish on top. And I caught all but one on the humpinator. That fish, the last fish, the biggest fish of the day, the one that didn't fall to the humpinator, gave a splashy refusal to the 'fly of the hour.' But he fell to a beetle.

Here are a few pictures of flies.

Joe Humphrey style
First a humpy, Joe Humphrey's style

Stimulator
Next, a stimulator.

Humpinator
Now, a humpinator, Dave Pearson style

And a couple of humpinator variations.

Variations"

Variations"

Variations"

All have been a bit gnawed on. ~ Dave (black gnat)

About Dave:

Dave Pearson lives in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania with his loving wife, Gillian, and two dogs, Casey and Booboo. His passion is small mountain streams. He teaches guitar for a living. You may contact Dave at: pdewey2@aol.com

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