Fly fishing is about memories and good fortune. I hit the river at dawn and headed to a favorite stretch. The last morning of the Pittsburg, NH, fishing trip evoked some emotions: gratitude and longing for my children. As I drove around the area and walked familiar paths to and from the river, they reminded
The Deerfield is a terrific river. But, it’s a working river, and the pulsed flows and size are often not an ideal match for youngsters and those new to wading. For the most part, when we are camping at the Mohawk Trail State Forest with the family, we are primarily fishing small streams (Part 1).
These days, my fishing game plan is mostly nonexistent. I usually don’t have one. I’m non-committal about a fishing destination until the morning of. I wait for the most current USGS gauge flows and see the latest weather report. Then, I wait as to which river calls me. Then, I decide. I usually am diligent
Friday emerged sunny and clear, a welcome change from the recent rain and cold. We again fished the Trophy Stretch. The water warmed up a tick, bugs were popping, and the fish were eager. The highlight of the trip emerged, at last. The rod bent suddenly, and something very powerful took off. As a father, I