There’s something good and right about fly fishing with a friend when the noise of the world is a bit too persistent. There’s something even better and almost just when it happens during a pandemic. And, so it was on Saturday when fellow blog writer, Jamie Carr, and I met up to fish. Jamie and
Category: Swift River
Bamboo Fever
I have been fly fishing for nearly 20 years and, until recently, I had never cast a bamboo rod. This is intentional, and there’s a distinct reason. I was fully expecting that once I did so, the percentage play was that I would be fully engaged from that point forward. Bamboo was simply was not
2020 at the Swift River
I made my first trip of the decade to the Swift on Saturday. Since the area below Route 9 reverted to catch-and-keep, I focused on the fly-fishing only area. There were a few cars at the lot at 9:00, but the rain kept the usual crowds at bay. I find that fish bite better during
Euronymphing at the Swift River Y-Pool
For grins and chuckles, I headed to the Swift River Y-Pool this morning to Euronymph. With schedules tight, I could fish only until 12 noon, and so, the Farmington and the Deerfield were off the table. Chucking bobbers or tiny dries didn’t appeal to me this morning. So, I decided to tightline. I’ve tightlined at