North Country Angling: The wonderful Wildcat

Driving up the Carter Notch Road in Jackson, the Wildcat River peered through the trees. I thought I caught the river winking at me each time I took my eyes off the road to look at her beauty. We continued to flirt all the way to the Melloon Bridge crossing.

Crossing over the bridge, I stopped the truck. I rolled down the windows and looked up stream. The flows looked good for this time of year. I looked downstream and the “honey holes” still held plenty of water. The Wildcat was sending a sirens song, calling me to the river and her wiles.