The Deerfield continues to prove itself time and time again. This outing started high in the mountains with a buddy of mine. Beginning in the snow / ice and ending up at a lower elevation with neither was fantastic. The fishing was slow at first but we found some native brook trout concentrated in smaller pools. Descending down stream we ran into some rough water. Waterfalls and plenty of drops, oh yeah. The fishing was much better the farther we hiked. Rainbows started hitting as the snow began to melt. Most of the fish we caught were striking small buggers and orange beaded nymphs. As the river started to widen and the fishing tapered off. Just as our trip was coming to an end I tied on a large white streamer and casted out. A 22 inch rainbow crushed it and the fight was on. What a fish, what an experience.