Driving past the lake I could see the parking area near the water about half full with visiting day-trippers. Inner-tubes bobbed with folks cooling off, and little ones were in the roped off wading area. From appearances they all looked to be having a great time escaping the August heat. Me on the other hand, I was heading upstream. I was going another half mile upstream of the impound where the small stream that fed those day-trippers with their cold water wound its way down through hemlocks and meadows. It was upstream of that small county lake where the hemlocks shaded wild browns and native brook trout. A place where the creek, in some places, was small enough to cross with one large hop and the water remained cool and flowing. Today I would be "small box fishing".