4 miles of interesting, seemingly trout-friendly water revealed one fish, a little native brookie. A solo jumper feeding on a hatch menagerie, he was hanging in shallow, slow water. Perhaps it was the beaver dam 5 ft upriver and the confluence of a clear stream just downriver that attracted him to this lackluster spot on the Pemi. As thrilled as I was to catch and release him, I have to confess a certain sadness stuck. With a squadron of bugs around every bend of river, this singular trout is the reality of our trout fishery if not for the support of New Hampshire Fish and Game’s stocking program. While I am ever grateful that we have a stocking program, I am even more regretful of our impact on their habitat that prescribes such a practice.