Knees creak by wee creeks

First brookie of the day in hand.

First brookie of the day in hand.
This spring I have spent more time than usual creeping around the “little blue lines,” those streams that show up on good maps as, yes, little blue lines.
This is where to find wild trout. Often brook trout, occasionally browns or rainbows.
The first thing to do is get used to kneeling. The fish are generally aggressive, but they are also incredibly spooky.
Once they catch sight of an angler, or even a rod going back and forth, they will zoom off to their hidey holes and sulk.
If you don’t believe me, go to one of these streams and wade right on in. Watch as the little dark shapes whizz around.
When I was a callow youth of 45, kneeling was no big deal. At my advanced age, I have gone to knee pads, as worn by roofers and the fellows who restock potato chips at the grocery store. (It was one of the latter who kindly took his pads off and showed them to me.)
Reading the water is more important than ever in this context. What you want is “soft water.”
Imagine a pool that has a chute or plume of water coming in from above. As the faster-moving water enters the pool, it creates white water. On either side of the chute, there is calmer water. That’s soft water.
You’ll read about finding the seam. The seam is the line between slower and faster moving currents, or white water and soft water.
Trout like to hang around somewhere that offers protection from predators, not too much current to battle against, and adjacent to faster current, which brings food.
Finding the balance of these elements is what trout do all day, except once a year, when they have what passes for sex in the fish world.
It’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious fish, so don’t dwell on it.
So when approaching a likely pool, identify the different currents, areas of soft water, and the seams. Do this from a kneeling or crouching position, of course.

Now you have figured out where to stick the fly. Pausing briefly to savor the lower back pain, try a dry fly first. A bushy dry fly that floats well and that you can see.
Park it in the soft water. It will bounce around. Don’t let it sit more than a second or two. Flick it in, wait and flick it out.
Sometimes they’ll whack it right away. Other times they will want to see it a few times.
Next hit the seam. Sometimes it will disappear in the foam. Maybe it will sink. Don’t worry about it. Keep flicking.
When you do this often enough, you’ll get good at making miniscule adjustments from cast to cast. On big water, this is a matter of feet or a few inches. On a little blue line, it’s an inch or two tops.
None of these casts are going to be long. Use water loads, bow-and-arrow casts, even roll casts if you’re good at them. (I am not.)
You’re probably not going to be rearing back with a standard forehand cast too often. Not enough room, and no point to it either, since you’re sneaking around in kneepads and peering around boulders.
Whatever you do, don’t get stuck at one pool just because the big one flashed your fly but did not take it.
A good rule of thumb is: Show the fly to them six times. After that assume you are boring them, and move on.
When do you go subsurface? As usual, it depends.
One of my favorite tactics is to use a Chubby Chernobyl or any foam-bodied dry fly, really. It serves as an indicator 90% of the time.
I tie a piece of fluorocarbon tippet, usually 4X, to the bend of the dry fly hook with a clinch knot. The tippet piece is usually between one and two feet.
I start with a wet fly or an unweighted nymph. If that doesn’t work, I go to a brass beadhead nymph, which sinks some. And if that’s a bust, I go to a nymph with a tungsten bead that really sinks.
And if all that fails I cuss a bit and chuck a Wooly Bugger in there, just to show them who’s boss.
What rod to use?
I have a number of small stream rods, ranging in length from five and a half feet to eight feet, and in line weights from one to five.
More often than not I grab a Cabelas CGR six and a half foot four weight. It’s a slow action fiberglass rod, quite inexpensive. I have a discontinued CGR click and pawl reel for it, and a double tapered line.
For fixed line fishing in small streams my favorite is Dragontail’s Kaida, a zoom rod that fishes at nine feet and a bit, and 10 and a half feet. This is considerably longer than the fly rod, but the extra leverage allows me to keep most or all of the line and tippet off the water. The extra length is also helpful if I latch onto one of the little blue line Leviathans.
About that: Little blue line fishing is extra-crazy. You have to accept this.
After all, you are expending considerable energy in difficult terrain, performing a highly technical task, in pursuit of quarry you are not going to kill and eat.
And even if you did, a creel full of six-inch trout will yield only enough meat to cover a few Saltine crackers.
You wouldn’t be fishing for dinner, but for hors d’oeuvres.
Native Dogwood berries
The new fall cleanup
The almost two-month drought has made the exuberance of fall color all the more enchanting. How remarkable are the oaks this year, with their jewel-tone shades of deep red and reddish orange.You might not have been able to differentiate between oaks when all the leaves were all green, but now the swamp oak is distinct in color from the red, white or pin oak.
The pinkish purple of the almost translucent mapleleaf viburnum leaf makes up in color, if not quantity, what the gaudy burning bush used to accomplish on our property.I spotted a small volunteer Nyssa sylvatica by its shockingly brilliant red color, Pantone number 180, to be exact.Its seed may have traveled along with a mountain laurel we planted over a decade ago.
By now, you know to leave the leaves on the ground and not sweep them up. It might seem untidy, but these leaves are the winter home for caterpillars and other beneficial insects that will feed baby birds when they hatch in spring.Turn your attention instead to another kind of fall clean up.
With many of the leaves gone, you can now clearly see the lingering leaves and berries of the invasives that are causing harm to your soil and trees. It is peak burning bush season; their scarlet leaves signal you to them.The smaller ones — less than 2 feet high — are easily pulled out of the ground with roots intact.Same for the pale-yellow leaves of bittersweet vine running vertically on trees — pull them out and observe the orange roots.
Pulling after a rain is always easiest. After a hard frost, we will need to move on to other tasks, as plant roots might easily snap off from the stems, remain in the ground and regrow.Our next window for pulling will be the spring thaw.
If you feel ambitious, the bright red berries on bittersweet and burning bush — as well as those on barberry and multiflora rose — scream for your attention.These will require a gloved hand and secateurs or loppers. Add the berries to your fireplace or a winter bonfire so that they don’t have a chance to germinate.

The abundance of berries on our native shrubs and trees this year is quite the bird buffet. A few weeks ago, the migrating birds were stocking up on aronia berries while here, in a friend’s backyard, a hedge of gray dogwood was stripped of its white berries overnight.The rest they seem to spare for the over-wintering birds, who here at least will have dogwood, winterberry and the American holly that the robins will strip bare in early March.
All of these are native and most of them were planted by us.I have written in a previous Ungardener column of the science behind why native berries are critical sustenance for overwintering and migrating birds (“Birds in a Candy Store,” January 2024) and why the berries on the pervasive and invasive barberry, bittersweet, burning bush and multiflora rose do not provide our feathered friends with the fats and proteins they require to survive.
Leaving leaves, removing invasives and planting natives that grow food for birds — these are the new fall chores. Have a wondrous autumn season!
Dee Salomon ‘ungardens’ in Litchfield County.
This is a standard hatchery rainbow trout. They put up a decent fight, considering they grew up in a tank.
I’ve got news.
First the bad news:
I am having my right hip replaced in about a month. Even more annoying, I have to be nicotine-free for this, so I am quitting cigars, which is making me very grouchy. More so than usual.
It’s certainly for the best and will make my mother, my dentist, and the general public happy. Plus the money I save can be spent on useful things, like more fishing stuff.
The procedure also counts as good news. By scheduling the surgery in early December, I should be off the injured reserve list by the time fishing gets going in the spring.
The half-decent news:
There’s been some significant rain at long last and while the Housatonic and Farmington rivers are fishable, the little blue lines are decidedly not. They were very low before last week’s rain and they dropped fast. The brook trout are stressed enough after the dry summer, so it’s best to leave them alone.
This is a shame because I really enjoy prowling the small streams when the leaves are off, which I can’t do anyway because of my hip. Grrrr.
Also in the okay-for-now file: the steroid shot I got in my hip Sept. 9 has kicked in and I have been moving around almost normally for a few weeks.
Almost normal is not the same as normal. It flares up every so often, and I have taken to going about with a cane, just in case.
Still, it was possible last week, before the rain, to go over to the Blackberry, which was fishable in spots and was stocked recently
I took a whack at the big pool at the dam at Beckley Furnace, a venture that requires a short, mostly level walk and the bare minimum of wading.
I caught half a dozen cookie cutter hatchery rainbows, all on small weighted nymphs like Zug Bugs, Bread and Butters and Surveyors, size 16-20.After an hour or so I declared victory and packed it in.
It was actually kinda boring but at this point I have to take what I can get.
Surgery is Dec. 2, and the doc says full recovery is six months. Other informed opinion says it’s more like three months, and blatantly anecdotal opinion has me leaping around like a pescatorial Nureyev in a matter of weeks.
So my autumn plans are all but canceled.I did not get to test out the isonychia soft hackle flies I got from some guy in Massachusetts, and only tried the switch rod rig Gary Dodson set up for me once in September when every step was an unpleasant adventure.
And if I meet you streamside I can’t even say “Have a cigar.”
Dancers at the Raleigh Hotel's teen club, 1950s-early 1960s.
Our trip to the Borscht Belt Museum at 90 Canal St., Ellenville, New York, was a delight.
The museum brings the Catskills’ golden age to life through many great displays — photos, articles, videos, items, and even entire rooms recreated to resemble those in the hotels and bungalows that once dotted the area.
We learned a great deal about the many resorts in Ulster and Sullivan counties that sprang up during the 20th century. The history is truly fascinating. In the 1920s, many Jewish New Yorkers sought to escape city life and found cheap land in Sullivan County. Eventually, about 1,200 families established farms there.

They raised dairy cows and meat animals — such as chickens, beef cattle, lambs and veal — but not pigs. They also grew vegetables. However, farming was difficult due to the area’s poor soil and the physical and financial challenges involved. Middlemen often cut into profits, so many farmers began renting out rooms and outbuildings, and feeding their guests.
These guests were treated like family and served wholesome food in generous portions, what they called “a full hand.” The farms had an abundance of meat, vegetables, milk and cream, and they made butter, sour cream and cheeses on-site. If a guest wanted another potato, they got one.
Soon, the farmers realized it was more profitable to grow hospitality than potatoes. The resorts emerged — organically, you might say. It was one of the earliest “farm-to-table” hospitality movements in the region.

Eventually, some resorts added entertainment like music, dancing, comedy acts and the famous Simon Says game. They even offered childcare using local teenage counselors. It all worked remarkably well.
These resorts became springboards for musicians and comedians who went on to build careers and perform in larger venues, including Las Vegas.

It’s all laid out wonderfully in a charming brick building for visitors to explore and enjoy. Plans are underway to open a restaurant there — tentatively named “Fort Lox” — featuring Jewish delicacies such as borscht, knishes, blintzes, and bagels with lox. Both indoor and outdoor seating will be available.
The addition of food will make the experience even more enriching, and we plan to return. But don’t wait — check it out now and relive the memories.
FALLS VILLAGE — Housatonic Valley Regional High School’s boys soccer team lost 1-0 to Northwestern Regional High School in the second round of the Class S state tournament Monday, Nov. 3.
HVRHS hosted the game as the sixth seeded team in the tournament. Northwestern was seeded 11th and advanced to play Haddam-Killingworth High School (3) in the quarterfinal game.
Northwestern’s goal against HVRHS came in the 52nd minute by Nicolas Brodnitski.
HVRHS was missing four starters in the second round due to injury and eligibility issues. Early in the game, senior Peter Austin went down with an apparent knee injury and did not return.

In the first round of the tournament, HRVHS defeated Portland High School 3-0. In that game, Anthony Labbadia scored in the eighth minute, Jackson McAvoy scored in the 27th minute and Eric Lopez-Espinosa scored in the 59th minute.
The second-round loss concluded the soccer season for the HVRHS boys, but the girls had yet to begin their state tournament. The HVRHS girls were seeded third in the Class S bracket and earned a first-round bye. The girls opening game was played Tuesday, Nov. 4, against Stafford High School. See results on Facebook and Instagram @lakevillejournal
