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It was a cold late April day as my trusted companions, Molly, Samantha and Lilly, ages nine through twelve, and I waded through the 39 degree water of the Poestenkill to our fyke net. With help from Jeff Briggs, a volunteer from the Rensselaer Plateau Association, we emptied its cod end into the bucket. Nothing! Was it the late Spring or the recent rains? The herring were not running yet so perhaps in a few days…
