I was in a quandary last Friday night: Should I fish and, if so, where? As I’ve written before, I’m at a life stage whereby work and family commitments don’t let me cherry-pick my fishing outings. The schedule picks me, and I don’t pick the schedule. Unfortunately, the forecast for Friday night and Saturday was
Author: BlogFlyFish
The Euro-Streamer Game
I do not (yet) throw large, articulated streamers. I do not (yet) fish only streamers on any given outing. I do not (yet) own a streamer rod. But, I throw streamers both for fun and when I think they’ll work. I’ve done it on winter days and on summer days. I’ve done it at deep
Fish Hard, Eat at A-OK Berkshire Barbeque
For my Sunday outing at the Deerfield (a write-up on Saturday here), I awoke absurdly early, mindful of how I had been shut out at Salmon River tribs when I didn’t get up early enough. I am a very early riser naturally, but some anglers are something else. Gunners. The paranoia was unwarranted. I didn’t
A Detour
I was really pumped to spend the weekend at the Salmon River. I had tied new flies, bought a switch rod, and loaded the car. My anticipation was stratospheric. Unfortunately, a few hours before waking up for the long drive, the powers-that-be unleashed high flows from the dam. I already was beyond the cancellation deadline