What’s better than an unexpected Trico spinner fall? I don’t know. I rarely fish on Sundays but was able to fulfill my personal and family obligations yesterday, and so, headed to the Farmington early to be on the water by dawn. I entertained thoughts of going to the Swift, but Alex Bagdonas was there yesterday
The heat and lack of wind in Massachusetts the other week were absolutely stifling. Just getting back from the Scottish Highlands, the abrupt shift in weather was draining. But, then, recent rains provided a much needed relief for me and, more importantly, the rivers. I had driven around looking for a river to cast in
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.