Further up the mountain,
Almost three miles above the
Trail head parking and well off
The slashed trail is an almost forgotten
tiny spring fed lake.
It’s easy to wade along the sandspits
Between the two feeder streams and
Upstream from the WPA overflow wall.
Too close to the wall, or too far to the left or right
is quicksand that will suck your boots to China.
In summer the water takes your breath.
In spring, feet are bricks inside waders.
Nothing is stocked up here
And the water is persnickety enough that
Most fisherman ignore it especially
In the early season put and take fury
On the main stem.
But here thrive the slashing, thrashing
Electric pastel native brook trout.
All tiny terrors that can be
Quick hooked and released
On a good day they are suckers for
A maggot on a number 10 hook
Floating two feet below a bobber.
Thirty minutes up here is worth
A day anywhere else.