Sage’s Ravine — water very low, with stretches of dry streambed. Kept going — the water was running downstream so it’s coming from somewhere, right? Got this brookie from what appeared to be dead pool. Caught a bunch in here a month ago.

Upstream, the water was running again. Low, but running. Must be a lot of underground springs and seeps and whatnot. This brook trout came out of this pool, and a bitch of a cast it was, too, if I do say so. I was squatting like a baseball catcher, which at age 53 is not as easy as it once was.

Meanwhile, along the banks of the mighty Housatonic, it is smallmouth season. I still don’t know much about smallmouth bass, but I am improving. This one took the brown Wooly Bugger I put on in lieu of a crayfish pattern.