Cold confines, a wild brook trout calls this home.
And the angler need only the simplest of tools to bring this jewel to hand.
When I saw this stone lying in the stream I knew that all would be O.K.
As Josh and I hiked back to the car I noticed this bleached out building. The sun was shinning off of it and it looked like a beacon in the wilderness. Josh informed me that it was used as a sugar house, this where maple syrup that fine condiment so highly favored by New Englanders was made. He commented that it would be nice to restore it and use it as a hut for tired anglers and hunters to use as a resting and reflecting spot. Very fitting I believe.
We fished along its shores until the day was coming close to an end.
Mill Brook, brook trout have a passion for dry flies.
This gorge was the last place we would fish. Our day was at end, but the work of saving places such as these is and must continue.
Is he worth saving? I think you have the right answer.
Be well my friend.......