Behind the brown trout is a history in the true American tradition, a story complete with its misunderstood hero, lots of conflict and a happy ending. The setting is an idyllic one of dark pools and sparkling riffs, but too often the background music of whispering streams and the liquid notes of the hermit thrush have been drowned out by the plain and fancy cussing of sportsmen, scientists and nature-lovers.
Interesting contrasts in history; many nowadays view the brown as the ultimate articulated streamer charging predator, but back in the fifties the fly of choice was a light Cahill.
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MG signing off (because brown trouts are always cool, no matter what you catch them on)