The meandering brook behind my boyhood home...as it was. The brook began in a crystal clear spring and meandered through forest, swamp, and some fields in SE MA on its way to the River Charles. The brook held wild brook trout, dace, and redfin pickerel year round and in the early spring white suckers would ascend for their spawning run. Since the time of my boyhood, a pond was built in its system and homes have been built down the length of the brook. The last time I fished the brook I hauled out juvenile sunfish and perch. Only found one lonely trout.