Another essay from our Carson Cousin—Harold’s grandmother was Anna Carson Spencer, sister to our Emma Carson Taylor
Aaaaahhhh, Spring - time to go trout fishing. There’s a
little trout stream that runs through the middle of the village of Springville,
NY running under the stores in the downtown section of the business district.
Named (of course) Spring Brook, it’s a creek in which all the boys in town
fished at one time or another.
Harold Spencer, Jr. with creel, Cousin Liol Washburn with can of worms,
friend David with fishing rod circa 1942
Trout season, in early days when we were kids, opened at
daybreak the second Saturday in April. Nowadays, it’s open all year long. Since
cousin Liol (Washburn) and I lived close by the creek, it was a natural that we
would go fishing as soon as the season opened, sometimes even while there was
still snow on the ground, and ice on the creek. But we always had a good time,
as cold as it was. We then fished through the summer months until we were in
high school. Later, other matters and interests took precedence over fishing.
We continued to fish that creek into high school days, but Liol found greater
interest in sports: football, basketball and baseball. Being short, and
lightweight, yours truly found it difficult to compete in those sports, so my
interests stayed with the outdoors: hunting, fishing, hiking and Boy Scout
activities.
Rainbow trout season in New York opened on April 1 each
year. A close friend from high school had acquired an older model car. About
1950 we decided we’d make a trip to the Finger Lakes for the opening of the
rainbow season. We’d try our luck at fishing the larger fish supposed to be in
those creeks. It nearly turned into a fiasco, since it snowed hard, it was very
cold, and the creek at Hammondsport was shoulder to shoulder with fishermen.
And we never caught a fish. In addition - the heater and defroster in the old
car didn’t work. By the time we got home, we were nearly frozen, and starving,
since we didn’t think about food when we left Springville.
Spring Brook rises from a swamp close to the hamlet of East
Concord (NY), north of Springville. It runs south through the village, and
empties into Cattaraugus Creek, which forms the boundary between Erie County
and Cattaraugus County. The Cattaraugus flows westerly and empties into Lake
Erie. As young kids, (and I mean my cousin Liol and our friends from our class
at school) we would explore the length of the creek from the East Concord swamp
to the village of Springville. Rarely did we venture along the creek south of
the village.
We all had our favorite spots for fishing, for hunting
snapping turtles in an abandoned ice pond close to the village, and a deeper
section of creek, hidden in a large patch of brush, where we could go skinny-dipping
on a hot summer afternoon. Only problem with swimming in the creek: it (the
creek) ran through a pasture upstream from our swimming hole, and if it was hot
enough, the cows in the pasture would stand in the creek to cool their udders,
and during their cooling off period, would do their natural business in the
creek, Well, that stuff eventually reached our swimming hole, so out of the
water everyone, until the ‘danger” passed. Then it was back to swimming. Our
creek--even in winter, we knew where it was safe to cross on the ice.
Harold Spencer Jr. on the right, buddy David on the left--1942
Years ago the State Conservation Department (now named the
Department of Environmental Conservation - DEC) would stock trout in Spring
Brook at three or four sites along its length north of the village. This
happened usually sometime in the spring. In the 1970s they decided to forego
replenishing the stocks of trout in the creek. It appears the fish biologists,
after testing the creek and the naturally occurring fish, decided that it was a
waste of time and money to replenish the fish year after year. I think the
fishing pressure from humans has lessened considerably in recent years, so
there is not the demand for more fish from this creek. Today, there does not
appear to be much water left in the creek either, perhaps due to the number of
houses built in recent years in the area of the creek between East Concord and
Springville. Since we were kids, there were one or two farms in the area
adjacent to the creek. Today I estimate there are 15 or 20 new houses built in
the area. And each house has a well, drawing water from the ground, which in
the past went into the creek.
And it’s all progress, good or bad, depending upon one’s
viewpoint. Kinda glad I’m not a kid today.
