For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
A Small Stream
What a month to be in New England. Every possible minute that I can be outdoors I take advantage of it. I wish all of you can experience what I have. While I know that is not possible I would like to share an outing or two with you. I will start by telling you that I'm in Connecticut, and the small stream is located in a small town, really small. I have to walk along this lovely row of colored leaves which leads to the stream. The field produces an aroma that I can't put into words. With exception of a strong breeze I can hear nothing. As I get closer to the brook I can hear it's waters moving over the rocks.
The waters of this tiny brook tumble down through a forest of color. Lot's of gold and red. The white bark of the birch stand out, and the leaf litter in and along the stream sparkle.
Within the stream are wild brook. Are they of impressive size? That is not necessary, what is impressive is their colors, and their ability to find suitable places to carry on. At this time of year their appetite is unreal...look at that caddis.
The bottom of this pool was amber, the leaves created a spectacular sight. And moving about it's waters was a gentle-soul in search of a mate.
I wish I could give you the name of this stream. I can't do that but what I'll do is say stop and think of a favorite stream of yours and you will find the stream written about today...