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.
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
It’s been a challenging winter, and I’m very much looking forward to spring. Apologies for my lack of posting. Call it a combination of acclimating to a new job, family obligations, and a generally tough winter for fishing. I made it out many times, but slow days and skunkings kept me from writing posts. I’ll
It was the fall of 2017, and I was in northern Labrador, waist deep in the McKenzie River. My sloping shoulders portrayed the characteristic posture of a frustrated angler tying on another fly. The river felt cold flowing around my thighs while my flies remained untouched. My angling skills appeared to be no match for