The trout seemed to hate me this day until I came to this back woods section of the Flat Brook. My Adams Parachute and Brown Drake were letting me down for the first time ever so I decided to put on a plain and simple black ant. Never was big into terrestrial flies on big pools, but I figured I might as well try something different. The sun was breaking through the trees now and the mist was just about gone as I entered the stream. The water was still dark and gloomy as I waded my way in. There was only silence to be heard except a little run from the river about a hundred feet in front of me. As I prepare to shoot my line I have an overwhelming sense of excitement come over me, and trust me this was completely unexpected. Just as my black ant hit the water, the fight was on. Out comes my net, in goes the fish. A 14 inch brook trout was the culprit of this wonderful catch. 27 fish later, I snapped this picture of my final trout of the day.