Word had hit someone's ear that Collyer Brook in Gray had been stocked recently, and as we had a couple virgins on our trip, not to mention some other slightly more seasoned anglers who had a desire for a solid hookup, our minds were made. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and a shirt was not necessary.
The honey hole right below the road crossing held the most fish, and some guys got into 'em, catching 5 apiece. Downstream was smaller water in more crowded areas, but I found another holding pool where the fresh stockies were hanging. After losing a half dozen flies to the bushes, I got into one small brown.
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