Why in the world do we fish at the Farmington River where dozens of fishermen have just fished in the very same pools at which we are going to fish? Why do we fish the Swift where fishermen line up shoulder-to-shoulder to fish the Y Pool? The same can be said for many rivers in
Category: Philosophy
Fall Back, Spring Ahead
The appropriately named sunfish rolled lazily at the surface. Just like me, it was greedily soaking up every possible ray of the warm spring sun. This walk down to the lake near my house was turning out much better than the last one. On that last trip I had walked through the woods in slow
A Long Pause
Most years I do take a bit of a break from fly fishing. This normally happens around late December or early January. It’s just the natural flow of life and seasons, and I kind of enjoy a short mental break from the weekly schedule jenga required to sneak in some time on a river. As
Regressing
Life has a way of evening out things. It keeps you humble but later will lift you up. And, fly fishing is just one stage of many where that happens to me. After a lights-out session a few weeks ago during a Top 10 Day when I could do nothing wrong, life stepped in and