This is what I was talking about.......

After I did my thing for work today, I headed down the road to Red Brook in Bourne MA. I have been here twice before without catching any fish. As Shakespeare wrote in Julius Caesar..."the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves....". I really didn't plan or research my trips I just kind of went because I was in the area. This time I did some reading in the Trout Unlimited's Winter publication that profiled this water. I started off at the section where the bridge spans the brook. I walked along the banks and tried to see if there were any rises or fish for that matter. I didn't see any rises but I did for the first time see bait fish and that was pretty neat. I made some casts to the runs, pools, overhangs, etc. without any hits. I decided to go up further then I had ever been before.

I stopped here for a bit and threw my line to avail.

This looked promising so I decided to go across.

I made it across without incident save that the board slipped into the water. I decided to fix it for anyone who came behind. 

My foot slipped off the rock and my shoe got wet.

Since I am looking for adventures, I decided to continue on and explore the brook a little further up because it looked promising.

This was where I was heading.

I wanted to get closer and throw a few casts to some of the places that look like trout might hang out.

In the upper right hand corner in the picture above there is a landing with grass and that was where I wanted to stand.

My shoe is sleeping with the fish.

What look like solid footing was a water soaked patch of grass and my foot sunk into the muck. When I tried to pull my foot out my shoe was missing and there was no way I was trying to get it back.

I was fortunate that other shoe only got waterlogged.

Fear not my fellow bloggers I still was not going to have this send me back to the car heading northbound.

I walked rather carefully back to the bridge and decided that I was going to take Alan's (brktrt) advice and cast a Mickey Finn. I threw that thing in the rapids, in pools, etc. without a hit. So I decided that I was going to go a little closer to the road and see what happens.

Heading to Buttermilk Bay.

As I let the line drift under the bridge, my line changed direction and I set the hook. For a brief moment of time, I had a fish on the line. I understand that this is called a long release and that is my story.

I will be back again because work brings me here every so often. The next time I will be more aware of the hazards and I have a place to target. You might have thought this was a bad beginning but it really was energizing. I look forward to my return here and my upcoming adventures throughout New England.

Thanks for reading.