Yesterday my dog and I went out to a secret spot out in the woods. There, a massive ridge overlooks two swamps and a potentially rich native trout stream. We pushed through what seemed to be impenetrable thicket and climbed to the top of the ridge. On the way we traversed the partially frozen creek, and watched a very big red fox scamper away (Buddy has never been a calm, quiet dog). The turkey, deer, and coyote tracks led us to an incredible view. The last time I explored this paradise I found a flock of turkeys at least 50 strong! The next time, I may be landing chunky native brook trout on dry flies midst the cool green of spring.