MOHAWK - Discovering the Valley of the Crystals    Copyright 2002

Chapter 12 - Tributaries

Discovery: Old Dams in a Concrete Trout Stream

August 26, 2002, 70 degrees, Sunny

This mile and a half of Sauquoit Creek was certain to be interesting historically. Dams and raceways (canals) were constructed here during the 1800s to power mills at both ends of the village of New York Mills. This area could also be interesting trout water, considering the remnants of such structures often create deep pools and runs.
    After parking Denny's car at the Chenango Road Bridge we drove back to Symeon's Restaurant to resume exploring Sauquoit Creek. A few days earlier it rained all day, so the creek was up a bit, and when we waded into it at 9 a.m., it was decidedly cooler.
 
 
 

I caught this brown trout near the bridge on Commercial Drive.

     While Denny stripped off a couple feet of line and re-rigged his spinning outfit, I waded up to a pool just downstream from the Route 5A (Commercial Drive) Bridge. My third cast landed right next to a partially submerged branch. Before I could crank the reel,  the gold spoon headed in the opposite direction. It was firmly attached to the mouth of a fat 11-inch brown trout. Not a pretty fish, but my first Sauquoit Creek trout.
Just upstream from the bridge are pools and runs created by stone and concrete dams . . .
 


 

. . . and the remnants of an old spillway.

    I felt a little guilty getting the jump on Denny, so I waited for him to catch up and fish the pools at the bridge. I hugged the shoreline, crossed under the bridge and fished a long shaded run upstream from the bridge. I was cranking a gold Phoebe at the lower end of the run when a fish hit so hard it almost yanked the rod out of my hand. I never saw that fish, but I caught two10-inch browns and had two more hits from that same run. Hard to believe I was fishing just a few feet from Commercial Drive (Route 5A).
    According to the topo map, just upstream from the bridge was a dam that used to feed water to a raceway that ran through mills at the north end of the village. We discovered a limestone slab dam, and then a concrete dam and what appeared to be the remnants of a large dam and spillway. Below the stone dam and the concrete dam were good size pools. Neither pool produced a trout, but Denny caught a small largemouth bass from the lower pool.
While Denny fished the pools and runs upstream from the concrete dam---and caught two 10-inch browns---I explored the area around the old spillway and walked through the woods looking for the old raceway. I found a depression that may have been the raceway, but there was no water in it.
    When I returned to the creek, I discovered a big bend and a deep run that was encased in concrete. This poured concrete bank marked the beginning of over a mile of concrete banks and stone riprap. Some of the pools and runs along this stretch have to hold some big trout, but getting to them is not easy, as Denny and I would discover.
    We passed under the bridge at the south end of New York Mills, near the junction of Clinton and Burrstone Roads. While Denny fished the pools and runs in this area and caught a couple more browns, I photographed the stream with the bridge and large mill in the background.
    At 11:30 we discovered another limestone slab dam and a long section of steel retaining wall where Denny caught another trout. There was little evidence of the dam and raceway that fed the mills at the south end of the village. The raceway had been filled in and a chunk of concrete with some pipefittings imbedded in it appeared to be the only remnants of the old dam.
 

The water was crystal clear above the bridge at New York Mills
Apparently the creek bank in this area had washed away many times in the past, because today much of it is poured concrete or stone-chunk riprap. In some areas the riprapped bank was so steep we had to climb up and down holding on to vines and small trees. There were many deep runs and some pools in this section, but they were very difficult to get to and fish.
    One of the biggest and deepest pools was below the abutments that once supported a railroad bridge. I risked my neck getting to it, but couldn't raise a single fish. Must be a huge brown living there.
 
 
 
Some stretches of  Sauquoit Creek are encased in concrete.
    While I waded and wobbled up the creek, Denny watched me from the bridge. He got tired of risking life and limb, and followed a dirt road to the bridge.
    It was 12:30 when I walked under the Chenango Road Bridge and climbed the bank to Denny's car. After changing to dry pants and shoes, we headed back to Symeon's where I had parked my vehicle . . . and where we had lunch. This time no one even mentioned hamburg.

See also Sauquoit Creek Part One

Follow the path of this discovery trip by clicking on Mohawk Valley Maps: by Maptech.
Type New York Mills, select New York, press GO!



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