Here is a guest post from blog reader, Bill Hager, who is a chaplain at MIT, a freelance writer, and an avid fly fisherman from Boston. Technically, Thursday was a workday. Fishing never crossed my mind more than three or four times all morning. Thursday was one of those days in the office when I
A Gift on the River
It was hot enough Sunday that a porcupine came down to the river to attempt to cool off. That was observed on the Millers River in the evening, after I had enjoyed a nice Father’s Day around the house with the family and held off fishing until the end of the day (our guide on
The Epic Sulphur Hatch
There are plans. Then, there are fly-fishing plans. The latter often don’t go as scripted. Yesterday’s didn’t, but what an evening Sulphur hatch. I like structuring my days and weeks and am partial to planning. But, as we anglers all know, there’s only so much planning that works with fly fishing. Due to luck or
Luck
Reading blog reader Nicholas’s comment (below the post here) made me realize something: there’s tremendous luck that goes with fly fishing. The luck happens when you fish a run that no one has yet hit and disturbed. It occurs when you are nymphing, ready to cast at the end of the drift…and, find a fish