For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Thursday, March 19, 2020
My goodness just look at this tangled mess. As a child we often played pick-up-sticks. Holding the bunch of colored sticks in hand and releasing them to fall where they may. Looking at this stream gives me the feeling someone higher may have been playing the same game. But it is such places I seek, for when here I'm certain no one else will be in front of or behind me. The sounds will be of those heard in the natural world. The odd smells will be those of decaying wood, and vegetation. The bright smells will be those of pine and hemlock. I choose places like these for reasons I have stated, but there are much more. There are creatures who live within the waters of these tiny streams. Creatures of unbelievable beauty. They have been pushed back into these streams by known sources, sources I'll leave for you to decide. But I'm glad in a way that these places exist for every time I visit one I can refresh and fill a spot in my body that few things can bring.
There's no comparison in nature as a wild brook trout. His struggle well documented within the journals of biologists and anglers who seek him.