Honestly, it was starting to get discouraging. Every Saturday or Sunday, I have been getting up early to be on the water before dawn. My goal? Intersect a robust Trico hatch and spinner fall. At long last, the stars aligned this past weekend, and I saw quite a few gulpers feasting on fallen bugs. It
Beat the Doldrums
There’s a particular slowness to nature at this time of year, where the energy of early summer gives way to the lethargic doldrums of the eighth and ninth months. It’s been a particularly hot summer in New England, and it may not be prudent to fish some of our waters until a break in the
Death of a Fisherman
Here is another humorous guest post from Bill Hager. It was the first time I had ever been in a morgue. It was a shock to see my fly fishing buddy stretched out on the table, awaiting identification by a friend or relative. “Yep, that’s Doover,” I told the coroner. “What was the cause of
Ready for Fall
Fellow blogger Ashu Rao had good advice. He said that we should fish on Sunday with low expectations. The water was low, temps were due to climb to 90 °F, and the trout had been pounded. We met up early in the morning with the hopes that we could intersect with Tricos, that interminably tiny