Twin Mountain
Here is a memory brought back to life with a walk along a small stream close to were I live today.
Twin Mountain
by: Ziggyz420
I remember arriving at old logging bridge, rod in hand with a box of worms , following my uncle up to the edge of the brook water flow was fast the sound of the water being forced upon the sheets of granite Rocks was deafining But was cool to see , my uncle laced apeice of worm on for me just below a slip bobber clear with some green in it if i remember correctly ? as indicator. oh how i remeber getting so upset as the bobber would float down and get tuged under, sure enough worm gone, the fish always one step ahead of me, on this trip. LOL i was shown by my uncle the beautiful little wild Brook trout in the river so i had proof they exsisted. I never did land one that day but feel this is the time i Started realized the challange of fishing at age say 7 or so . This is when the wheels started turning and i Desired to become a fisherman. even as a kid i would fish In hillsboro NH i could remember my dad bring me down with my equipment and actually tying a rope around my waist on the side of the "took" so i could go fishing by my self, would spend hours on end alone fishing down there Catching all kinds of species many carp looking back on it but they fought like the dickens and it was a hoot
All of this came back to me today while on my walk along a small brook i often fish near my house. i took many pictures this morning of said brook and will share at some point inthe small stream Thread
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Lee Goldsmith
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