I sat here for a spell before walking down to a stream. It was raining softly and thoughts of willing brook trout were on my mind.
Color was breathtaking in some places, and I walked through many fields to catch a bright spot on a cloudy day.
I saw fish moving in this pond. Were they brook trout?
I stopped for a coffee at a small country store. They had a coffee featured as their own blend. I had a cup of "Hadlyme Blend" and it's one of the better coffees I've had. I think coffee tastes best in a paper cup.
The streams I fished this day all gave up one or two of their residents.
This was a prize, a "golden brook trout"...
Lots of color on this fall day in New England.