We awoke early the morning of camp to fish before registration at 10:30. Despite only getting five hours of sleep, we were full of energy. There is something about waking up at first light in the morning that is indescribable. The sights, smells, and feel of the crisp morning air are soul cleansing and almost
Bracingly-cold water during a heat wave, many fish on dry flies and a new experience. The Mrs. and I learned a few months ago that we would be empty nesters for a few summer weeks and for the first time ever. She suggested that I take her fly fishing. She had never been. Sign. Me.
It was a marathon fishing trip! Details: 10+ hours of fishing per day, PB&Js for lunch, and oodles of fish on dries and wets. Also: friends, laughs and much gratitude. A multi-day fishing trip was in order, given that my work slows down during holidays like July 4th, and my family was out of town
Fishing a new river is always a daunting task. Learning a familiar haunt is arguably more so. In recent weeks, I spent two trips fishing the Androscoggin River. I have blogged at length about my trips to this river. I’ve found that, like any big river, the Andro is anything but consistent. Fishing can turn