This winter is getting a bit long. I’m getting a bit of cabin fever. As my daughter put it this week: “I’m tired of not fishing.” Me too! I have not started fishing in earnest yet this year. I usually buy my license the first week in January, and I’ve caught fish on dry flies
I had a two-hour window to be on the water and decided to take it. Was surprised to find many active holdovers and some wild brookies while indicator nymphing. Here are some of the better ones. On the drive home, I was reflecting on tomorrow’s Easter Sunday and the start of Passover last night. Honestly,
I’ve been doing some low-probability outings. I’m hitting marginal trout water with the hopes of finding a big brown, visiting some of Connecticut’s Class 1 Wild Trout Management Areas, and checking some areas that may or may not have been stocked. I’ve also fished some local and very cold ponds. I love landing fish.
“Few of us ever live in the present. We are forever anticipating what is to come or remembering what has gone.” (Louis L’Amour) ____________________________ Very few endeavors in my personal life, be it other sports, other hobbies, or my profession, will have my mind seemingly constantly racing as when I am fly fishing. And, in