Monday, October 19, 2015

Hiking for Halos


The massive oak in my yard dropped its remaining acorns on our roof last week. Facebook nearly crashed when the first snow flakes of the season fell on Sunday. The lingering annuals in my garden died in unison with this morning's frost. And water temperatures in Long Island Sound just fell below 60 degrees. However you measure it, winter is coming. But before she arrives in earnest, there are a few fall fishing traditions I'd like to partake in. A favorite was checked off the list on Columbus Indigenous People's Day Weekend when some friends and I hiked along a thirsty mountain stream in search of eastern brook trout. 







 











5 comments:

  1. Great write up Kierran. Reminds me of home. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. That is a gorgeous stream. And dark brookies! Awesome!

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  3. A huge thank you from all of us expats for posting this!

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