On Memorial Day, I fished the Westfield River’s East Branch at the Chesterfield Gorge area (our overview here). I’ve not been in a while, and it was as scenic as always. There’s no cell phone service down there, and it is a wild and bucolic area, where anglers can give each other plenty of room.
Winter fly fishing is tough. It is very much hit or miss. I have caught fish as early as January 2nd, and, last year, I caught my first in February. This year was very much “miss.” Through my first four trips on moving water, I only managed two takes and missed both. Needless to say,
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
We fished the Chattooga River’s delayed-harvest zone after receiving a hot tip from one of Colby’s friends. We stopped at the Chattooga River Fly Shop beforehand since neither of us knew that stretch. The owners, Karl and Karen, were very nice and more than willing to share spots, flies, etc. Karl is originally from New