If I had a sack of gold, I would trade it for another summer like that one back in the late 60's/early 70's when the whole world was there for the taking....thanks for confirming the name of that brook! My memory (and memories) were good from that time of my life. I remember having no live bait (that reads worms!), and armed with the only 2 lures I ever used, an Al's Goldfish (locally produced at the time in Indian Orchard, which was part of Springfield, by Al Stuart who owned a sporting goods store and made the lures in the basement of the store), and of course the ubiquitous Eppingham Daredevle. I never had any luck to speak of with either....a couple fish on here and there but that was about it. I recall walking upstream on Allyn Brook until I came up to a short manmade waterfall composed of old stones maybe 15 feet high or so. There didn't seem to be any easy way to access the upper part....I suspect this might have been an old millpond up there or something. Anyway, it was probably private property, so I returned to the fairground, fishless, but with a memory that was jogged by your posting here! No, I did not land any trophy trout that day! But thank you for bringing that memory back from a time when the world was at my door and things seemed so much simpler. Times have changed.....