Pocket water, how I love you, let me count the ways, You’ve saved my net from uselessness on, oh, so many days. Your lovely seams, rocks, and cuts do constantly provide Many sublime places for trout to lurk and hide. Your bold boulders break the roiling river’s rage As brookies rest from currents and their
Author: Bill Hager
Heart Revelations
Many times, fly fishing reveals what my heart is like. Mostly, it’s not a pretty sight. When I say my heart, I mean the part of me that’s the real me, what’s at the core of my being from which the joys and sorrows and everything in between emanates. It’s the true me, without all
That’s All I Needed
I had my heart set on fishing the Deerfield River on Saturday. I knew it hadn’t been replenished with trout yet, but I was looking forward to getting back into some of my favorite runs and seeing if a few holdover browns had moseyed back into them as the weather had warmed. I’m not hard
Desperately Seeking Stockies
If you are anything like me, and I know I am, you are just about ready to give up on winter fishing for trout. I know, I know…. Nearly every day those guides and their clients on Instagram are holding up fish so big and beautiful that even Herman Melville wouldn’t have words to describe