After quite a few hours of casting with only one take to show for it (the fish rubbed me off on structure), I put down my rod and took off my chest pack. I sat on a rock and just watched the river’s endless gurgles and flows. I was thinking of going home. Some days,
Category: Brown Trout
A Marathon Day
I didn’t expect to drive over six hours, hit a few rivers in a few states, and come home late. But, there I was. View this post on Instagram A post shared by BlogFlyFish.com (@blogflyfish) The morning session started slow. Midges were everywhere, but there were no rises. I tightlined one of my favorite runs
Farmington Hendricksons
April weather in New England is seemingly untamable. Like a new puppy, it can go from calm to cacophony in a hot minute, unbridled and volatile. And so it was for Jamie Carr and me for our Farmington weekend. It was increasingly unlikely that he and I could meet up in Montana this summer and
Swift Reward
With all of the rain this winter and spring, the Quabbin Reservoir has been spilling since January. I have not been fishing the Swift River, but the flows have made for good sightseeing at the spillway. I’ve taken a few walks along the river and learned where the trees have been removed (or deposited). When