Back in May the sea lampreys were migrating up the sawmill river to spawn. This little darling was right in front of the bookmill taking a break as it made its way up the cascades. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t considering making some kind of stew from a couple of them. My friends told me of seeing dozens in the shallow waters of the lower Deerfield that same week. Later in the summer I found some of their carcasses at the bottom of the sawmill itself as well as the tiny tributary, pond brook. Lampreys are one of my favorite little primitive beasts, hands down.