At 4 am Saturday morning, I drove up the ramp onto Hwy 2. It will be two hours before I exit Hwy 2 at the Deerfield River. What to do for two hours while driving in the dark? Well, there’s a lot. There are a lot of access points on the Deerfield, and there are
Author: Bill Hager
Paradise Lost (Almost)
There’s one pool on the Deerfield River that I can always count on – almost. I know I’m in denial, but I’d like to think of this pool as mine. I’ve been fishing my pool for nine years and only once have I found another fly fisherman in it. I’m willing to believe that he
Fishing the Gaps
Why in the world do we fish at the Farmington River where dozens of fishermen have just fished in the very same pools at which we are going to fish? Why do we fish the Swift where fishermen line up shoulder-to-shoulder to fish the Y Pool? The same can be said for many rivers in
Wowsy on the Housy
I believe it was Oliver Wendell Holmes who said, “There’s no tonic like the Housatonic.” That certainly was true of my Memorial Day fishing trip. As chronicled here on this blog, many of my outings this past spring have needed some tonic, if not some Red Bull. But today’s trip to the Housatonic River in