Several glacial epochs ago, I lived in Burlington, and began my trout fishing in the area. My favorite was the Huntington River, a delightful little stream near Waterbury. The first trout took my fly when I was standing around with my line slack in the water, trying to decide what to do next. There's a dramatic little gorge several miles up from its mouth, where the cliff banks are almost close enough to clear the gulf with a running jump. I almost tried it, but unlike most 19-year-olds, I lacked a delusion of immortality, so in the end I didn't.
As I remember, rivers there are high and clouded this time of year. They're low and clear in the summer, but in the Green Mt. State, summer typically happens on the second Tuesday in August.