Freezing cold, high water, rain/snow/sleet, 20 to 25 mph wind, and 40 mph gusts? That was the forecast I saw for parts of Friday and Saturday. The complication was that I was hoping to fish. You see, I had an 18-hour window while doing an out-of-state family errand. My plan was to do a quick
I’ve been looking for new water. I am targeting quality over quantity. If possible, I want to ping only wild fish. To that end, as I journeyed to the Salmon River, I stopped quite a bit, visiting en route about 12 spots. If one looked fishy, I fished it. If it didn’t, I moved on.
The best way to end the year: fly fishing. Maybe it is because the crowds have thinned or due to my very low expectations, but I really enjoy going out around January 1. There’s limited competition, and I put little pressure on myself. So, yesterday, I arrived at the Farmington at civil twilight with a
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