It’s very hard to explain Maine, how big, wild, and rugged it all is. It’s hard to explain how clean the air smells, how one’s lungs open up to absorb all of its goodness. And, it’s hard to explain how such a trip affected me, how both intimidated and touched I was by the scenery,
Author: Jo Tango
That ‘Bow
When my friend Steve Mirin, aka “Doc,” pinged me to see if I’d be up for a float with Chris Jackson, the answer was a strong and quick “yes.” Chris could only do a half-day with us, which freed Doc to visit family en route to Western Massachusetts and let me target some picky fish
Narrow Bite Windows
Sometimes, it all comes together with fly fishing. You miraculously find stretches of water devoid of anglers, the hatches trundle forward and overlap so that you always have magical dry-fly action, and catching wild fish suddenly seems so easy and effortless. That didn’t happen to me on Saturday. No, we’re still seeing incredible traffic at
Hendricksons
I find the Hendrickson dry-fly hatch to be out of reach, usually. In my early days, it was self-inflicted, as I focused on tightlining and wets. Then, when I got into dries, a myriad of obstacles got in the way: wind, water that was too high, older anglers arriving early to claim the dry-fly spots,