With the sun starting to feel stronger and the daylight period extending, my mind is turning back to a cold day in 2016. The water was 32 °F and there was a snow squall. I was bobber-nymphing and for some reason I couldn’t keep the fish off the flies. The trout at times were puking
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At the Vise: The Frenchie 2.0
Before I started to target big-and-wild browns, as a new angler, I focused on the the rain-bros at the Swift, Westfield, Millers, and Squannacook. It was a lot of fun, and those waters aren’t too far away from metro Boston and offer obvious spots so that you don’t need a guide (our compendium of DIY
A Good Day
With the next day’s projected temps starting in the 20s and not expected to go above freezing, Alex Bagdonas (good friend, near-neighbor and a blog team alumnus) and I debated if and where we should fish. He and I decided to go for it and to fish “closer” to home. An overnight cold snap usually
High Hopes
January can be a cruel month for fly fishing. Yet, fellow blog team member, Ashu Rao, and I decided to roll the dice. With drizzly rain and clouds all around, it seemed like an OK time to throw big bugs. The streamer game is a low-percentage technique, usually, but what’s the use of having some