That may sound premature, but I think it’s prescient. I see many older folks braving the rivers but smartly establish limits. They won’t venture forth when there’s ice on the trails. They won’t wade aggressively into a torrid river.
So, I want to pause and reflect on another fun year, as I enter Year 4 of regular fly fishing. I can fly fish without physical limits right now. I am grateful.
I focused this year on the Farmington and the Millers. The former yielded a new personal best, a 22″ brown buck. (FYI: my net is 17″ across the length-wise gape).
It also yielded quite a few other fish.
The Millers gave me great joy. I found some ideal runs for nymphing.
Some local waters surprisingly produced big time.
I caught a huge chub.
The highlight of the season was my annual trip to Pittsburg, NH, with one of my children. We landed quite a few browns, ‘bows, brookies and landlocked salmon.
I also went through a “dries or die” period, during which I ditched the tightline nymphing gear and decided I was going to learn how to fish small dries. It was a hoot.
In August, I powered up to try to master the Trico hatch. There was a memorable day during which 21 brown trout entered the net.
Towards year-end, with freestones iced up, I focused on tailwaters. And, they delivered.
I also tied a bunch of flies as the winter crept in. Perdigón flies were one of my hot flies of the autumn. I also played a great deal with CDC, adding it as a soft hackle on small flies. It worked really well.
In 2017, I’m going to try to master the “float the sighter” technique. More to come.
Happy New Year!