I ventured out on a hot June evening, three days into an official heat wave, rigged for dries. I found another angler in the spot I intended to fish and we struck up a conversation on the bank. “Nothing showing,” he said. I aimed my infrared thermometer at the water and was surprised to see
A Top 10 Day
Greetings during a rainy Sunday morning from New England, where our weather pattern this summer has been feast-or-famine. We appeared headed towards another drought in June, but our rivers and reservoirs are now bloated and over-flowing. I fished on Saturday. I wasn’t planning to, but when I awoke at 4:30 am and checked some river
The Great Drake
As the sky darkened and the gentle rain became a legit downpour, it seemed like an exciting way to kick off Sunday’s blog team gathering: it was time for Drakefest. Joe Drake sadly is moving down to Virginia for a new gig, and we thought it would be awesome to gather in the woods and
Those Strong Takes
I forced myself not to sleep through the 3:30 am alarm yesterday and dragged my sorry butt into the car for a ride to the river. I had met up with an old friend Friday night, and some could say that we were a little aggressive on the drink ordering at the bar. But I’m