Rain, Rain, Rain. So much this spring and now summer. The creeks go up and run like cement then come back down and the fish are ravenous. The challenge when the creeks are flooded is to find clear water. We started fishing up a small creek that was still a little off-color without much luck. We ran into a couple who live next to the stream and fish every day. "keep going higher" they said, "After you pass the old school bus the creek gets small. There brown trout turn into brook trout, you will find hungry fish!" We fished on, landing a few scrappy browns here and there. Then we started to catch more brook trout. Finally we came to a pool where two small creeks come together. We sat at the pool taking turns, catching fish. One after another, after another, until they were done. We had to split up so I took the left trickle, while my partner took the right. We crawled up to the small pools catching little specks until what was left of the stream disappeared into the mountain.