I was in a quandary last Friday night: Should I fish and, if so, where? As I’ve written before, I’m at a life stage whereby work and family commitments don’t let me cherry-pick my fishing outings. The schedule picks me, and I don’t pick the schedule. Unfortunately, the forecast for Friday night and Saturday was
The Euro-Streamer Game
I do not (yet) throw large, articulated streamers. I do not (yet) fish only streamers on any given outing. I do not (yet) own a streamer rod. But, I throw streamers both for fun and when I think they’ll work. I’ve done it on winter days and on summer days. I’ve done it at deep
Pay Dirt
With the forecast calling for warmer weather on Saturday, I resolved to go fishing. I had some morning commitments, and I knew I would get a late start, but there are some days that you cannot just pass up. By the time I finished my errands, it was already 1:30. After deciding the Deerfield and
‘The Dark Time Is Over’
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Jamie Carr (@immaculate_fins) My son, Wynn, summed up a recent day of fishing during the drive home: “Ahhh. The dark time is over.” Indeed it was! No more winter for us. Days were getting longer. We had found stocked rainbows at three local rivers and