It’s brutal out there. With flows low, sun high, and water warming, last weekend was one of those “push” times. Do I fish or not? With gas very expensive (a savings tip below), I’m being much more choosy as to whether I go out and fish and, if I do, how far I am willing
Early Summer at the Quinapoxet
After 16 years of the same routine, it feels rather weird to not have to ask my parents for a ride any time I want to go somewhere. Negotiating a ride to a fishing spot – especially if that spot was over 20 minutes away – was always an awkward battle between not wasting too
Return to Maine Roots
Welcome to our latest blog team member, Spencer Belson! This is his first post on our blog. While rivers in northern New England only continue to get more crowded, especially in western Maine, it seems remote stillwaters have been spared from the added pressure. If you asked just about any fly shop owner where the
Wowsy on the Housy
I believe it was Oliver Wendell Holmes who said, “There’s no tonic like the Housatonic.” That certainly was true of my Memorial Day fishing trip. As chronicled here on this blog, many of my outings this past spring have needed some tonic, if not some Red Bull. But today’s trip to the Housatonic River in