Yesterday we took a drive in search of a small stream I had been given a heads up about by a fellow brook trout fancier. After twisting and turning among several bridge closed signs I finally found what I was seeking. At first I was somewhat discouraged at some the signs posted but soon what was a good stretch of open waters. Part of the stream was a very popular place for the locals to cool off, even there I spotted a few flying shadows in the stream.
We continued to explore this beautiful stream. I don't think there has been another angler here since well I can't tell if there ever was another angler here. But what was here was a very clear gravel bottomed tree lined and cool stream with wild brook trout darting about.
It is so hard to put into words what I saw. I take photos in hopes of showing what beauty there is in these little waters.
I had a fly rod with me and tried my luck at some of the stream residents. To say they were cautious in some of the clear water that was present, is an understatement. I know I spooked more than I saw, but I managed to prick a few and had the absolute pleasure of bringing one to hand.
New England wild jewel. These char are not selective, and when the fly is floated through a shady pool it's taken. I also found something interesting. A little trickle of running water that was flowing through some beautiful deep green grass. I felt it might be a spring that flow like it was throughout the year. I took out the thermometer and dropped it into the 3 inch depth of the spring. The reading read 50 degrees. I checked it further up and the same 50 degrees registered. This spring feeds the little brook I fished.
We saw several apple trees lining the stream. As usual the best looking ones were high up and not within our reach. I managed to pick some and took a bite. Man it was "Tart". I took a few home and had planned on baking them.
Streamside fresh picked wild apples. Some brown sugar, cinnamon, and walnuts baked for 30 minutes and just as sweet and delicious as can be.
