Saturday, March 25, 2017

The "Will"

                                   The "Will"

It is April in the highlands of Eastern Connecticut, a little stream of water winds its
way down the gentle hill on its way to a junction and a merge into a larger river which
in turn will reach its destiny with the sea. The Spring rains have started and the stream is filling almost to its banks. It is a refreshing sight and a wonderful feeling
of hope and of satisfaction to the wild brook trout that call this stream home.

The thoughts of the last years heat and low water conditions are but a memory to the
brook trout, for they only look to the future, a time of bounty and well being.
For in the lives of these brook trout have been tested many times, their tenacity and
bull dog toughness in times of hardship should be a model for all.

Now being pushed back into these tiny streams they seem to thrive. While not the largest
of salmonids they are the most beautiful. They have a "will" like nothing else on earth.

These wild creatures of the little waters are in a time of plenty, and when the days come that are harsh and almost unbearable the "Will" to survive will kick in and the brook trout will endure.

Alan Petrucci
Newington, Connecticut March 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

Sometimes My Words Are Not Necessary

This post pretty much encompasses what this blog is about. Please enjoy the photos, and the words will be yours. Thanks.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The First Day Of Spring

On the official first day of Spring found myself fishing a small stream where the landscape looked more like Winter. I started my day about 10, with the sun out in force the air temps warmed up beautifully. As I walked to the stream I felt there was a new beginning coming to the woods and waters. The birds were very vocal, the trees that were dormant and had leaves still hanging on from last fall were tossing them aside preparing for the buds of a new season. The stream was open but the blanket of snow draped the edges, and caution was needed when walking close.

Several trees that fell across the stream were covered with small animal tracks, natural bridges that they no doubt prefer to use rather than the alternative. Fishing in winter can be beautiful, but it can be frustrating. March has never been a banner month for me, most times the fish are not cooperative. It's funny one day you will take trout from a particular run, and the next 3 times fishing the same place and it will be like your on a different planet.

After a couple of hours I walked upon this slow silent pool. Looking at it I thought of "wow that would make a lovely Christmas card"...I tossed out my offering and let the stream do the rest.

The response came very swiftly..I was greeted by a hard take. This fish was strong, mad and a bit surprised that the insect she bit, bit her back. A few little runs and she soon gave up. I placed my hand under the brown and lifted it to admire. Placed back in the stream and she was a memory of this day.

Winter has been hard on this stream, numerous blow downs have taken away some fine pools....but it has also created some very interesting new hide-a-ways....soon to be explored.

Monday, March 20, 2017

"Life Is Great"

Yesterday we celebrated St. Patrick's Day with the traditional corned...... and cabbage. Pardon me everything was traditional except for the meat. In place of beef, venison was used. Several pieces of odd pieces of deer were corned by me using a great recipe for the brine. The meat was placed in the brine about 7 day's ago, and was cured to perfection. The deer was placed in a large pot with various seasoning vegetables, then brought to a boil and reduced to a simmer. It slow simmered for 3 hours, and the other vegetables were added. It was allowed to simmer until the vegetables were cooked.

A cooked piece of shoulder, just perfect.

The first few slices held intact, but the rest sort of broke apart.

We enjoyed the meal, Jeanette said that I should corn the whole deer...she thinks it's the best way to eat venison. Today I have a few slices left and I will fry them with potatoes for breakfast.

Pastrami, anyone.....perhaps next year.