Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are lookin' good, You're everything a big bad wolf could want. I had that song by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs stuck in my head for the entire four and a half hour trek out of the St. Regis Canoe Area last Monday. Sounds silly, sure. A bit obsessive? Most certainly. But read those lyrics one more time. That is one contagious little ditty. Besides, I needed something to keep me focused. After huddling on the frozen ground in a paper thin sleeping bag for four sub-degree nights I wasnt exactly firing on all cylinders. The cold weather did have its perks no bugs and plenty of brookies. A good time was had by all. I saw eleven ponds and met some down to earth folk. There was Mitch and Thirty Pack Tim. Eight steak Jim and the Oak Ridge Boys. Float tube Floyd, Brookie Bob and a dog named Damn it. Oh, the memories. I also managed to hit the lotto Friday with a three pounder on a blue and silver Lake Clear and Stonefly. Ol float tube connected the same day with a dandy Splake. Then my brother took advantage of a late day feed Saturday to give us some beefy fillets to go with the steaks Jim packed in. Youve got to love roughing it with a meal like that five miles back. We marked surface temps between 48 and 52 - still a bit chilly to see mayflies. I did find a ton of dark black larvae in the bellies of the fish I caught confirming that they were bottom feeding on soon-to-be hatches now in the pupa stage. That also was my motivation for tying on the black stonefly. Ill share some pictures when I get them developed. The digital I carried got soaked and probably isnt salvageable. Luckily my bro had a couple disposables and took a ton of photos. I plan on making the St. Regis trip an annual gig. Its gorgeous country and the ponds are right on top of one another, so pond hopping during slow times is not difficult. I highly recommend the region to those who havent experienced it. Ah ha. Lucky dog. I just managed to save half a dozen pictures from the memory card of this waterlogged Nikon. Ill toss one atop the column for the sake of posterity. Until then - see you on the water. John Gereau is managing editor at Denton Publications, a guide and avid outdoorsman. His column will appear regularly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.