Helton Creek

it was a cool Saturday morning the rain was like a foggy mist hanging low and clinging to everything like a mass of ethereal mana. Helton creek was the stream of the day and only one other pair could be seen braving this gloomy dismal offering of a day. many a warning of the bone numbing weather was bestowed while planning this weekend trip as the work week rolled by. so a moment was taken to contemplate the day ahead as the waders were slide on and lines were checked before entering the chilly waters of helton. today would be spinners a white mepps single hook with a nice silver blade to be exact a weapon proven to overcome my prey without doing any serious damage to its structure. trout are a warrior breed thriving in cold foamy chop between rocks and roots carving out a life of opportunistic yet cautious feeding. but this day would find skill over nature a true triumph of man as one trout after another scummed to mans offerings before being released to learn and fight another day. in all 16 trout with representatives from all three local species the brook, the brown and the rainbow were taken in combat but not without a warriors struggle til the end and beyond. homage and a tribute was paid to each of these captured but not broken creatures of the stream before they were released with care and ease in hopes that each will become a larger, stronger and smarter prey for a future battle upon the stream.