It was the fall of 2017, and I was in northern Labrador, waist deep in the McKenzie River. My sloping shoulders portrayed the characteristic posture of a frustrated angler tying on another fly. The river felt cold flowing around my thighs while my flies remained untouched. My angling skills appeared to be no match for
Author: Jamie Carr
A Solid Take…from The Drake
My love of fly fishing for Brook Trout has led me on some great adventures to wild places including Massachusetts, Maine, and even Labrador. On top of being lucky enough to meet some beautiful and amazing fish, brook trout have led me to cross paths with many amazing people. After planning, scheming and saving since
Wild Ride?
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
Fall on the Swift
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