Before I started to target big-and-wild browns, as a new angler, I focused on the the rain-bros at the Swift, Westfield, Millers, and Squannacook. It was a lot of fun, and those waters aren’t too far away from metro Boston and offer obvious spots so that you don’t need a guide (our compendium of DIY
There Oughta Be A Law
With apologies to Shakespeare, “to be or not to be” is not the question. There are some things that just ought not to be. There are others that just ought to be. This article is about things in the fly-fishing world that should be obvious but somehow are not. I’ll start the list, and maybe
A Good Day
With the next day’s projected temps starting in the 20s and not expected to go above freezing, Alex Bagdonas (good friend, near-neighbor and a blog team alumnus) and I debated if and where we should fish. He and I decided to go for it and to fish “closer” to home. An overnight cold snap usually
High Hopes
January can be a cruel month for fly fishing. Yet, fellow blog team member, Ashu Rao, and I decided to roll the dice. With drizzly rain and clouds all around, it seemed like an OK time to throw big bugs. The streamer game is a low-percentage technique, usually, but what’s the use of having some