I had made plans to fish the Battenkill Saturday morning, call it a day at around lunch time, go over to orvis to meet John Gierach, then head back to Albany to see The Black and White Years at the Tulip Festival.
Then I get an email from Geoff wanting to know if I wanna float […]

“Of course, the solution to all of this is pretty clear. I am sure all these magazines are dying for content, you clearly think you can do it better, step up and write a piece.”- comment from Lance
Here goes. This is my attempt at a destination type article that doesn’t sound like the rest […]

Nothing says, “Kiss my ass, big oil”, like fishing less than a mile from home…

If it made it another 30 yards downstream, it would be taking me through what I call “the chute”. A spot where an already raging section of river narrows from somewhere around 80′ across, to about 20′ across. You want to avoid the chute.

I’m already well into my backing despite chasing the fish and the chartreuse dacron is just whizzing off my reel. As I’m starting to run after it I turn to Robin and yell with a big shit eating grin across my face, “It’s gonna take me through the chute!”

I guess you could be logical and assume the warmer water being blown into the area, coupled with the hot sun, had finally warmed the water enough to trigger a little feeding activity. But if you ask me, we willed those fish to eat.

Well after seeing that I found where the fish were hanging out in the local lake this weekend, my son was on me all day yesterday to take him out. We raced over the hill, around the fallen oak, and through the small stand of maple trees before creeping up to the water. The sun which was out in full force earlier was now half behind the tree line, and half obscured by clouds.

There I was Saturday afternoon. Standing on a culvert about 15′ off the road, hauling my pickerbush-flanked backcast up, and above the passing cars and joggers. Then to make things more interesting I had to haul my forward cast straight into a stiff head wind. If the fly lands in the floating […]