It sounds like an ominous name for a neck of a river in Connecticut, but I back tract from an earlier excursion several weeks ago that a friend took me too and went up river instead of down where we previously fished. Being the only person on the river I waded up a steep rocky gorge dawned in full trout fishing gear. Up to my chest in fairly swift water, I hugged the rocky cliff and came upon an amazing sandy beach. In tradition I always take a cigar with me, not that I smoke, it is something I just do. As I geared up I waded to a fairly secure flat rock centered in the river and began to cast. Very first cast I landed a 19" Rainbow. After I released him, I cleaned up and it began to rain. As I was tightening up my rain gear I spotted a cave off behind me. Curious I waded back to shore and walked up through the brush to check it out. I noticed chippings on the walls, one I could make out several letters (G.or.. Ca...r). I knew the area was a refuge for theives and vagabonds during the revolutionary days, but I am left wondering if I discovered anything new.
Back to fishing, I never left the spot and hit 6 trout. Kept my limit of 2 for tonight's supper. I am really beginning to love this area. It's funny how quickly I am forgetting the dreadful winter.
I just wanted to share my morning with you guys.
Back to fishing, I never left the spot and hit 6 trout. Kept my limit of 2 for tonight's supper. I am really beginning to love this area. It's funny how quickly I am forgetting the dreadful winter.
I just wanted to share my morning with you guys.