I had my heart set on fishing the Deerfield River on Saturday. I knew it hadn’t been replenished with trout yet, but I was looking forward to getting back into some of my favorite runs and seeing if a few holdover browns had moseyed back into them as the weather had warmed. I’m not hard
Memories
With Midges, Caddis, and Stoneflies galore, and the water nearing 50 °F, the fish were not in the faster water where I had thought they would be. Nor were there many risers. Instead, I found them in the back one-third of certain runs, in the quiet seams and dark patches where there are buckets and
Bob Christmann: The Best Day of My Life
Here’s another guest post from Bob Christmann. I think you’ll enjoy it! Some days, nothing works and you can’t buy a fish. The trout are out in front of you rising everywhere and they are just laughing at you as you get mostly skunked. You find wind knots in your leader. You get hung up
I Don’t Mind Sayin’
“Well I tried to fake it. I don’t mind sayin’. I just can’t make it.” -America (Public service announcement for non-70’s music aficionados: “Horse with No Name” was recorded by America, although often mistaken for Neil Young. Quoted here is the slightly less famous “Sister Golden Hair” which you may wish to revisit or discover