Great brookies
I keep thinking of the places where as a young msn I took some great Brookies in orderto eat. Because of those experiences in later life while still enjoying the ability to fish I always did the "catch and release" if I had not harmed them too badly. With that in mind these then are some of my great trout streams: The first is the Colebrook River, tthe second is on the Mad River in Winsted, the third is called the Hogsback Reservoir which is a flood control dam built after the 1938 hurricane and flood.
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I almost forgot to add a special brook called Indian Meadow Brook which was a tributary of the Mad River in Winsted.
I'm still looking for the brookies Tsula..
Great photos.
Thanks, Kavika. No pictures of the Brookies because when needed they were eaten too fast for portraits.
Calculate just how many fish were needed to feed 5 hungry boys, 1 girl, and of course parents, too! Lot of fish to flop into the skillet.
One fifteen pound brookie? hahahaha, a whole bunch of those 1/2 lb brookies.
Beautiful images!
Brookies, IMO, are too beautiful to eat.
Thanks, RW. The area is laced with little streams and in those days we lived closer to the land than now.
Thanks A. Mac but a lot depends upon just when you had had your last meal and how hungry you are. The idea of mounting these beauties is probably as abhorrent to me as eating them is to you.
Thanks a bunch, flameaway . Heck I thought that bookies went the way of used car salesmen. Shows ya how much I know, eh?
If one needs the fish as a food necessity, I have no problem with even the most beautiful of creatures being a part of the food chain as Nature intended.
Back in the days when I fished these streams, and the local lakes,what we caught fed the family and nothing went to waste. Its amazing what you will eat if you are hungry enough. When they were no longer needed for food and in order to satisfy my fishing habit it became catch and release. Thanks Mac!
Now that made me laugh flame, cos it's so true.
Truth is that we lived off the land most of my growing years. Venison, moose, fish and wild rice were staples, along with whatever berry wasin season.
When an Indian takes the life of an animal it is only for survival. Each time a offering is made (usually tobacco)to the animal, for giving it's life so that we could survive.