On Wednesday, Veterans’ Day, my fly fishing buddy Doover2 had the day off and explored the Salmon River in southeastern Connecticut near Colchester. Inexplicably, he was able to catch over two dozen trout without my help. He reported there weren’t many people fishing on the Salmon, even on a holiday. I couldn’t wait to go
Author: Bill Hager
The EB and D2 and Me
On Sunday, Doover2 and I took a trip to the Chesterfield Gorge to fish the most beautiful trout river in Massachusetts: the East Branch of the Westfield River (our overview here). In the seven years I’ve lived in New England, I’ve averaged five to six trips a year there, but this year with the drought
Trying to Do More Than One Thing at a Time
Everyone has his faults. I have more than my share. One that I have been noticing lately is that I’m not happy doing just one thing at a time, especially while I am fishing. Why can’t I just finish one thing before trying to do something else? If I hadn’t tried to tear the wrapper
‘Twas the Night Before Fishing
‘Twas the night before fishing It’s 3 am, and I am wide-awake. My alarm is set for 6 am. Three hours of good sleep-time left, and I am squandering it: tossing and turning, not being able to put three good winks together. It’s not caffeine that’s keeping me awake, nor is it bad pizza. I’m