This past week turned out totally different than what I was expecting. The surprises began on Sunday. Normally, any thought I would have about fishing on Mother’s Day would be considered for about two seconds and then banished to the sphere of my brain where all ludicrous thoughts are sent. But this past Mother’s Day,
Category: Quinebaug River
To the Bitter End
To say I was bitter would be an understatement. If I’d had a dog, I’d have kicked it. Nothing could cheer me up. My wife kept asking, “Why are you mad at me?” But it had nothing to do with her. All I wanted to do was sit and sulk. I didn’t want to admit
That’s All I Needed
I had my heart set on fishing the Deerfield River on Saturday. I knew it hadn’t been replenished with trout yet, but I was looking forward to getting back into some of my favorite runs and seeing if a few holdover browns had moseyed back into them as the weather had warmed. I’m not hard
