It’s hard to beat the silence of an Adirondack brook trout pond on a perfect spring day. Other than the November deer woods in the same part of northern New York, or listening to gobblers on the roost anywhere during the spring season, there are few other places I’d rather be.
Actually, the pond I was patrolling for brookies in a lightweight boat wasn’t all that remote. But it was still pretty quiet there just the same, and for most of the morning I had it all to myself, along with the loons.
