We piled the family into the car and headed towards Western MA, trying to take advantage of one of the few nice fall days this season. We were hoping for a picnic, some leaf peeping, and some apple picking. Of course, implicit in my agreement was the fact that we’d pack the fly rods, so
I discovered a large spider web in my left wading boot when I went to pack up the car. I’ll let that serve as the metaphor for how often I have been fishing lately. I have been too tangled in my current web of life to make it to the water. However, I snuck out
My family is lucky that we have a place in New Hampshire located on a warm water pond. It’s the type of place that oozes character and family history. It was built by hand by my father’s uncle and his family in the 1950s. There was no access to electricity at that time, and more
The Deerfield is a terrific river. But, it’s a working river, and the pulsed flows and size are often not an ideal match for youngsters and those new to wading. For the most part, when we are camping at the Mohawk Trail State Forest with the family, we are primarily fishing small streams (Part 1).