I was feeling pretty good about things on Saturday morning. The temperature was 13 °F when I started fishing the Swift River, but I was armed with my winter fly-fishing essentials and felt comfortable. Trout were willing to take flies. Old flies worked. New flies did not. Tightlining rocked. Indicator nymphing completely failed. The action
Category: Philosophy
Many Laughs and Many Fish
Fly fishing is amazing. Fly fishing with friends is even better. I’ve said that before, and I really mean it. Today, Alex, Ashu and I got together. What was supposed to be a half-day ended up being much longer. There were many laughs, many fish, and a few tears when fish popped off. Ashu and
Meet Our Community: Rowan Lytle, Connecticut Fly Angler
Not every fly fishing professional is a member of Team USA like Lance Egan, but, instead, is a pillar of our local communities. View this post on Instagram Likely the biggest bass of the herring run now that my river's blueback run is tapering off. It's been a brutal season of long nights and small fish.
Pittsburg, NH: Those Fins
Well, it was more of the same yesterday for Jamie and me. We fished at many spots and had a good day finding some wild and stocked fish. We did run into a young father, whose wife was on the bank, carrying their baby. We gave up one of our spots and gave to him