I made my way back to the Scantic River a few days ago before dinner time. I fished for about an hour total. The first fish was caught right under a bridge. The trout was short striking so I slowed down the retrieve and hooked up on the third try. Much like last time it was a brown trout. I saw that there were fish taking flies off the surface on the other side of the water so I walked down by a dam and waded upstream. I got to a submerged log and noticed there was a brook trout swimming in circles. It looked like a fish with whirling disease, which would have been a disaster. I watched the fish for a few minutes and finally noticed it was hooked and wrapped around a log. Who knows how long it was there but I netted the fish and removed the hook. It took a little effort but it swam off without a problem. I told myself I'd leave after five more casts, within that time I landed another brown trout. After that I waded back downstream to go back to the truck when I thought I’d hit a pool of water for a few casts. To my shock I landed a.......pickerel! What the hell is a pickerel doing here! I removed him from the water and picked a few wild flowers for the wife and was on my way for dinner. It’s really great to have a river a couple minutes from my house. I can get out and fish for short periods of time whenever I want, which would otherwise be wasted doing house chores. I'd suggest everyone look at a local river/brook/stream and go try it out, you might be surprised.