The Connetquot River State Park Preserve
Drive back in time to place that once was an elite fishing club. Victorian structures for drinking and smoking cigars, where the rich played their games on the weekends, after making their millions on Wall Street. They would escape to the misty forest, where only blue ribbon trout would swim in their streams. Red fox would run across the grass fields free of hunters.
If you quiet yourself long enough and stare into the thicket, you will see wild turkey strut threw the woodland in the morning dew. The deer do not run away here, they are safe to roam. They walk directly up to children and would even eat out of their hands.
Look onto the paths and you will see a horse galloping away...rider dressed in her riding outfit...steam flairing out of the horses nostrils on a crisp February morning. Long Island, frozen in time...just a piece...from the rest of the Island, that has been over built. Long Island's great bays built to the edge and beyond with landfills.
For all of us it is a blessing that this property has been given over in a grandfather's deed to the people of Long Island. A place where a fly fisherman can catch a four pound rainbow and not even flinch. A common scene here is a brown with a hooked nose, some up to 10 lbs. All to be enjoyed as it should be by everyone. I've spent my first day just trying to absorb it all.
I have a thing about the filthy rich...so if you hear some sarcasm in this story you are definately correct. But that is how this piece of land survived time itself and we are now the caretakers of it....Thank God it didn't become a condominium project with six hundred units all looking the same. Well, that's enough of me rambling. Let's talk fish...yessssssss! Let's talk chubba wabba browns!
NEXT
