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There are those little slices of water we pass by everyday as we drive to and from. You drive over a small bridge and glimpse a sliver of water. You wonder what is there.
By the river house there is a small stream - Black Brook. I found a small pull-off near a bridge and parked there. I pulled my little kayak off the roof and put in. Black Brook is just 12 feet wide and quite shallow.
There is little development along the brook. It felt very pristine and private. I saw deer along the bank and osprey in the tall trees.
The water is quite brown and weedy. As I paddled along I could see the weeds were right up to the surface.
As the river meandered, I could see the weeds would disappear. I knew I found a deeper pocket of water.
A few casts consistently would result in a small bluegill or bass.
I paddled downstream and got pulled into the quiet and peaceful setting. I could have continued on, but the sportsman in me wanted to find bigger water.
I turned around and paddled upstream. As I passed under the bridge by the pull-off I could see the brook had a different feel. The water was covered in duck weed. The water was still shallow, but I saw a bend ahead. Maybe the water was deeper there and held a bigger fish . . .
Success! I nice largemouth bass.
I still need to explore more of Black Brook. I wonder if there are deeper pockets of water with bigger fish . . .
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