With the sun starting to feel stronger and the daylight period extending, my mind is turning back to a cold day in 2016. The water was 32 °F and there was a snow squall. I was bobber-nymphing and for some reason I couldn’t keep the fish off the flies. The trout at times were puking
Fast Friendships on the Farmy
Fly fishing is a lot of great things. But one of the best things is the way mini-friendships can happen spontaneously on a river. Saturday, my fishing buddy, Doover2, and I drove to what we knew would be a flooded and chilly Farmington River. We were hoping that the rising river would mean active trout
At the Vise: The Frenchie 2.0
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