Some years ago, for grins and chuckles, I started to write for a fly-fishing blog (here). I did so to document my learnings, failures, and outings for myself. Plus I love writing. Gradually, other anglers offered to write for the blog as well, and we became a crew. We are passionate fly fishers who want
I had “slept in” until 5:30 am. There was no rush to get to the river by dawn, as the temps were low and I didn’t want to deal with icy trails in the dark. When I arrived at a favorite pull out, I was the only car there. When I got to the river
It was a great Sunday! I had gone to Mass on Saturday so that I could fish on Sunday. I drove five hours to fish for four. It was a chilly 29 °F at dawn. I fortunately landed a really good fish that was just under 19″. I pursued a high-risk, high-reward strategy of throwing
Another one of our children left for college for the first time this past weekend. You’d think by the third time that college drop-off would get easier. In a way, it does. But, for the most part, it doesn’t. For a parent, drop off is a mixed bag. You’re happy that your children are happy.
A funny thing happened to me at the river today. I awoke at 3:30 am for a two-hour drive that would put my on the water at sunrise at a favorite spot. It’s small-bug season, and it’s one of my favorite times of the year to fly fish. Delicate presentations, small flies, and light lines
Some things cannot be explained. They can be mentioned, but they cannot be communicated in a way so that the other person understands. Take yesterday. I awoke at 2 am, left the house before 3 am, fished 14 hours, drove a total of 4.5 hours, and pulled into the garage at 9:30 pm, tired but