Saturday, April 2, 2011

Trout Seeking

Trout season opened here in northern New York April 1, 2011, which was a Friday.  Big plans were made by my brother-in-law Ronnie, and myself to get ourselves a monster trout on opening day.  Something about plans of mice and men is appropriate here.  My grandson Alex practically begged us to wait until the next day so he could go too as we wouldn’t let him skip school to go.  So we waited until Saturday, April 2nd.  Alex awoke sick and couldn’t go so with heavy hearts we left him home.
When we arrived at picturesque St. Regis Falls Ronnie and I were able to note there was yet snow in the area.  That’s Ronnie on the walking bridge.  Note the few snow flakes (tiny white sideways streaks on bridge) scattering as they fell on the fools.  Also to be spotted is the orange bobber just above the rock closest to the bridge.  Yes, we were being snowed on while fishing.
To the left of the bridge, or behind Ronnie in the first photo, is the falls that the village is named for.  There’s a man standing near the bottom left of the falls, while the complete right side of the falls is frozen solid.  Beautiful!
The third photo is to the right of the bridge, or downriver from it.  I never tire of seeing this view, and I’ve gone there dozens of times over the past forty years.
As our fishing luck was running somewhere between poor and non-existent we decided to try another area a few miles away.  We crossed the St. Regis River on the Mill Road Bridge about two or three miles below the Falls.  The fourth photo was taken upstream, toward, the falls, from that bridge.  The series of small islands add to the scenic view.
After a couple of more hours of washing worms we wended our way toward home, but in no hurry to get there.  I chose to pass Lake Ozonia on my way to Hopkinton.  Photo five is of that lake.  Yup, it’s still completely frozen over, and there was snow up to two feet deep with six foot banks in places near the lake.
We made it home by mid-afternoon with no fish for our excursion, but secure in the knowledge we had a wonderful day experiencing the great outdoors of northern New York.  We agreed a creel full of fish was unnecessary for a great day.  (What else could we say when we didn’t get any?)

4 comments:

  1. I don't know about your fishing skills, but your photography skills are great! Very nice pictures . . . .

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  2. Methinks you may be making light of my fishing ability just because I never catch any fish. I forgot to take matches to light our camp stove, so we were forced to go to a restaurant and allow a pretty young lady to cook our dinner. Fishing is a rough sport!

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  3. I agree with Rosie. Great pictures!

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  4. It was not my skills, it was the subject that was great.

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