Bracingly-cold water during a heat wave, many fish on dry flies and a new experience. The Mrs. and I learned a few months ago that we would be empty nesters for a few summer weeks and for the first time ever. She suggested that I take her fly fishing. She had never been. Sign. Me.
Fly rods are paradoxes in practice: they weigh a few ounces and tame fish weighing pounds. They are wispy, thin, even brittle in the wrong context (underfoot or in a car window). But, when attached to a fish, they protect tippets and tame our quarry. I am not a big “tool guy.” But, fly rods
It was a marathon fishing trip! Details: 10+ hours of fishing per day, PB&Js for lunch, and oodles of fish on dries and wets. Also: friends, laughs and much gratitude. A multi-day fishing trip was in order, given that my work slows down during holidays like July 4th, and my family was out of town
When Jamie Carr proposed a blog writers’ outing to target big and wild brook trout and landlocked salmon, I was immediately in. So was Ashu Rao. I mean, what’s not to like? Salmonids and fishing buddies go hand-in-hand, and I’ve never fished in Maine. Plus, I had heard that 20″+ brookies were possible. Since the