I'm in this picture casing into the riffle above one of my favorite pools. The fishing was fine, but the catching wasn't so hot. I got one strike on my carefully tied nymphs and two on my cheap foam strike indicator.
I don't know if I skunked this day or not. I didn't catch any trout, but, um... does this count? (He grabbed onto my Pink Squirrel nymph as it drifted along the bottom and held on for dear life with his pincers.)
What was once an excellent trout stream now meanders through a swamp as a shallow, silty beaver pond. The ground is anything but firm, and I was insane to try to navigate it on foot.
A couple Canada geese take off from the scenic but nasty, swampy, and apparently troutless headwaters of a small, beaver-ravaged stream.
A beaver swims around the swampy corpse of a trout stream his species destroyed, with a little help from ours.