With some autumn rain at long last upon us, our rivers became swollen and the banks were scoured once again by rising water. It was a perfect opportunity to sling big, articulated streamers with my seven-weight. At dawn, it was a chilly 29 °F and warranted some nitrile gloves to keep my hands dry. They
Temps are staying hot, and pressure on tailwaters is intense in New England right now. Local waters are being hammered because that’s what we can get to with quarantine travel restrictions. But for those in the area or that meet travel guidelines (at time of press), I have an alternative to beat the crowds and
Like anything, it takes a while to learn fly fishing. You have to commit to learning a plethora of skills. Knots, fly selection, and casting come to mind. Then, later, reading water and casting angles. As you go further down The Rabbit Hole, you may eventually skip the bobber and begin focusing on dry flies.
It wasn’t all wine and roses for my fishing outing at the Farmington. Shelf ice, one slip, cold water, and even colder rain made for an adventure. But, the bonus was that hardly anyone was out. I started off at dawn chucking big streamers. It was a quintessential roll of the dice on a winter