I am fortunate to have some fly-fishing buddies who are expert anglers, and one of them organized an outing in Maine. Last weekend, we rented a small house on the river and hauled food with us, as there wasn’t much up there. That area was beautiful. We traversed quite a few dirt roads and saw
The town of Altmar, population 354 at last count, is a curious one. Way up in NY, near Lake Ontario, it is not near anything famous for land dwellers. Syracuse is an hour away, and it is a long 4.5-hour drive from Boston. But, for fly anglers, it offers this: the elusive, brutish and beautiful
I haven’t blogged in a few weeks because, well, not much has happened since the holidays. Our older kids are back in college, work has resumed, and day-to-day life is back in force. I miss the holidays, but it has been good to be productive at work and to get back into a daily rhythm.
Fly fishing in winter isn’t for everyone. The wind, cold and rain can be punishing. It is why few do it, as more rational anglers stay indoors. But, the landscape is hauntingly beautiful, and the river is devoid of people. The stillness in the air is almost ominous, as the birds and bugs are gone.
It sounds crazy, and it probably is. But, I decided to fish today, even with the heavy rain and wind gusts up to 40 mph. I figured that not many people would be out today, and so, I would face less competition. I also have a new set-up that I wanted to try out. In
Yesterday, we dropped off our son at college. Having done this a few times, I feel that we have a system well in place. The move went very smoothly, and it was great to see his new room and meet some of his suite-mates. As is our tradition, Mrs. T. and I afterwards went out