T’was a quick session today at the Farmington. I started off swinging wets and connected right away with some fish. As we head towards the end of meteorological summer, the trout have been more picky. I really had to work for them this morning. And, one trick I learned was to position myself far away.
For my Sunday outing at the Deerfield (a write-up on Saturday here), I awoke absurdly early, mindful of how I had been shut out at Salmon River tribs when I didn’t get up early enough. I am a very early riser naturally, but some anglers are something else. Gunners. The paranoia was unwarranted. I didn’t
I was really pumped to spend the weekend at the Salmon River. I had tied new flies, bought a switch rod, and loaded the car. My anticipation was stratospheric. Unfortunately, a few hours before waking up for the long drive, the powers-that-be unleashed high flows from the dam. I already was beyond the cancellation deadline
With a Winter Advisory in effect and water very high, I decided to fish. Thomas & Thomas repaired my rod in just 14 days, and I wanted to try my new neoprene waders. So, off I went to the Swift. I knew immediately that this was going to be a different kind of day, as