I haven't posted anything in quite awhile, so I just thought I'd let people know that I was still sucking air.
The photo is of a pool in Stickney Brook in W. Dummerston, Vt., where I caught my first fish ( a brook trout) when I was about 4 years old.
It's still one of my favorite places to go, although I haven't fished it since my own boys were little.
At some point, I expect to be posting a little mongraph on Spike Milligan's war memoirs - one of the funniest tragedies I've ever read in my life, the story of a man who spent most of the years after 1945 looking for 1939.
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Nice shot. Looking forward to that monograph.
Bill, as I now live in the big city and have a bus stop right outside my window, I'll have to say that the air tastes a bit like diesel exhaust.
Your pool looks nice though. For a bit.
The pool is about knee-deep and even in August, it's like liquid ice. Go downstream about 100 yds where it gets shallower and flows over some dark rocks in the sun, it warms up to merely bone-chilling.
The fact that the brook is clean and cold is why brook trout like it.