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
Fish Hard, Eat at A-OK Berkshire Barbeque
For my Sunday outing at the Deerfield (a write-up on Saturday here), I awoke absurdly early, mindful of how I had been shut out at Salmon River tribs when I didn’t get up early enough. I am a very early riser naturally, but some anglers are something else. Gunners. The paranoia was unwarranted. I didn’t
A Detour
I was really pumped to spend the weekend at the Salmon River. I had tied new flies, bought a switch rod, and loaded the car. My anticipation was stratospheric. Unfortunately, a few hours before waking up for the long drive, the powers-that-be unleashed high flows from the dam. I already was beyond the cancellation deadline