Regular readers will recall that I recently re-read Anatomy of a Murder by Robert Traver. Since doing so, and also because I’m planning a little trip to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in June, I decided to re-read his trout fishing books as well, Trout Madness and… Read More
I grew up in a fishing family. I would like to say that I can’t remember not fishing but it wouldn’t quite be true. I do remember my father giving me my first rod and reel. I remember the reel was a blue spinning reel… Read More
I loaded up the Anchovy-mobile at the crack of dawn Tuesday and headed toward the Queenston-Lewiston bridge. My destination was an area of New York state defined by two towns and a river. I was off to chase trout. There was a time when I… Read More
Off work today, I planned to go fly fishing, but all week I’ve heard dire predictions of rain, rain, rain. So I stayed home. I decided instead to work on the gardens until the rain started, then retreat inside for some reading. It’s 2:45 now… Read More
This year I’ve spent way more time in forests than in rivers, but today looked like a perfect day for some fly fishing. Off I went to The River. I just call it that. Everybody who needs to knows which one I mean. Around this… Read More
There are lots of rivers but this is the one I mean when I just say The River. Today was the opener of trout season and I worked an old favourite stretch I don’t fish much any more. It was lovely to reaquaint myself with… Read More
27th Street 