The silence is what you notice first. At dawn, at Back Lake up in NH near Canada, there isn’t much happening but for the episodic call from a loon. The water is flat, mirror-like. I am up for an annual father-daughter fly fishing trip. My daughter is still asleep. I am biding my time, happily,
Category: Fly fishing
May 12
At 3:30 am, heading to the river, I am starting to ease into the two-hour drive. But, I feel a clench in my gut that makes me wonder what is up. That’s when I realize it is May 12. “Oh,” I think, “it’s that day.” May 12 was when my mother was born and was
Where the Water Runs
When my daughter and I finally get to the river bank, suited up and gear ready, I have to choose to breathe. We have been driving north for about four hours, and we are eager to see our destination. My heart rate went up once we left the car and started to walk down a
Presidents’ Weekend 2018
Hope you had a good Presidents’ weekend. When we used to ski often, I noticed that the sun would seem a bit warmer on the slopes during this particular holiday. It always felt like we had turned the corner weather-wise. I recently learned that February 28 marks the end of the meteorological winter. So, I
A Good Soaking
Well, it finally happened. While fishing a local river, I slipped, fell into the heavy current, and was pushed down-river, helplessly. I couldn’t feel bottom, as cold water rushed all around and over me. I awkwardly dog-paddled towards the bank. When my feet felt the ground, I knew I was safe. I immediately realized I
My Dream
This is a friend of mine, who recently fished for steelhead: A post shared by Alex Bagdonas (@broker_on_the_fly) on Nov 21, 2017 at 5:57am PST I first met him when I was fishing a river, and we started chatting. A few months later, at a different river, we ran into each other again. And,