While back in New York, the roof project took up most of my time as we worked 6 days a week and most time finished up about dark. On Sunday we all took a break, and after a heavy rain had soaked the thirsty soil, I opted to use what little energy I had left visiting a small, wild brook trout stream not far from my house.
Fish were hanging out in their usual summer haunts. So I didn’t waste much time with the skinny water, but instead focused on deeper pools and faster foam lines. I fished casually and found myself taking many breaks and sitting on rocks. Watching the water skip around rocks and flow downstream, I enjoyed the peacefulness of the dark woods and solitude.