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
Otter Creek Trophy Section: The Cure for Summertime Fly-Fishing Blues
Temps are staying hot, and pressure on tailwaters is intense in New England right now. Local waters are being hammered because that’s what we can get to with quarantine travel restrictions. But for those in the area or that meet travel guidelines (at time of press), I have an alternative to beat the crowds and