As I was fishing the Farmington this weekend, below me, was an elderly man using bait. He was killing it. He wouldn’t tell me what bait he was using, but he would cast across and slowly “swing” down-river the bait and sinker. I’ve never before seen that technique. Later, I ran into another angler who
Once or twice a year, I go out of town for a solo fly fishing weekend. I live a monastic life, getting up early, packing a lunch to eat while on the water, and returning as late as I can. I fish about eight to ten hours a day, with no break. Then, after a
I’m still awaiting word on the MIA Swift River trout, and so, I fished the Farmington yesterday. Thankfully, home and family schedules worked out. It was a tale of two sub-stories. It snowed quite a bit in the morning. Winter. Then, the sun peeked out and bugs started to move. Still, no bumps after seven
Colie Egerston was kind enough to email me with a fishing report. He yesterday hit one of his favorite small streams to seek wild browns and brookies. Unfortunately, water conditions were less than ideal in terms of temp and color. But, he may try again on Saturday. And, for me, I’ve been tying some flies.