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.
I am a newbie at fishing Massachusetts waters. I started fishing local waters only last year. Before, I would fish only once or twice a year, up in the heralded waters around Pittsburg, NH, near Canada. Then, I started listening to Tom Rosenbauer’s podcasts and felt the need to find local waters. Since then, I’m