Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Navy Divers

Here is what I did on Saturday.  The photo is a bit fuzzy because those are size 14 flies and my iPad camera (or its operator) sucks.

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These are tied on a jig hook, and I think they will be an excellent attractor nymph on my home river.  Because they float with the hook up, and they will get deep with the tungsten beads, I'm hoping they help with quick strikes as my trailing nymph in a multi-fly rig.  I also think they will do really well for fall brookies on the Magalloway in Maine.

Here is the info on how to tied them:

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Getting ready for the new season

I've been tying flies:

I've entered the Otter Creek Classic opening weekend fly fishing tournament.  I've bought tickets to the Fly Fishing Film Tour movie.  I have my ticket for my local Trout Unlimited regional banquet on the evening of opening day.

And, after tying all those woolly buggers, I was ready to move on to Pheasant Tail nymphs, when I discovered I was out of brown thread.  So, I ordered some new thread - brown, black, white, gray and olive, in 6/0 and 8/0.  While I was spending money, I also got some new leaders and tippet material, plus a few flies and a few other fly tying materials.

In the next few weeks, I need to tie PTs, Hare's ears, Prince nymphs, and purple juju baetis flies.  Other than those, I think I'm set for the new season.

Well, I'm going to buy a few Kelly Galloup streamers for opening weekend.  Those are flies I've still never tried to tie, and I'm not going to get to them this year.

I am having some surgery on 2/13.  Last winter, I had similar surgery on 3/6, and I wasn't 100% by opening day.  With surgery being earlier this winter, I'm hoping I'll feel OK by opening day.  Given that I have the film on Friday night, fishing Saturday, a banquet Saturday night, fishing on Sunday, and then the awards BBQ after the tournament on Sunday, I better be feeling good, or I'll never keep up.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

It looks like I'm done for the season

I've been busy.  I will admit that.  Election season took some time from me.  Medical appointments, including some that require travel.  A weekend at an ultramarathon.  A weekend visiting my daughter at college.  And, on the very limited number of weekend days that I wasn't too busy, it's been cold and rainy.  In some cases, the water was still just too low.  The last time I fished, the White River was the lowest I've ever seen in the 19 years I've been fishing the river.

Pathetic?  Maybe.

But, I had a decent season.  No, I had a really fun season.  I caught way more good sized fish this year than I did last year, and I caught a lot more fish as well.  I probably caught the most fish 16" or larger that I've ever taken in a trout season, and I got fish that size in 4 different states in a year that I never even fished in PA.  Some of them were stocked, but some were wild.  I caught my first ever landlocked salmon this year.  I chased pike on the fly.  I finished third in the White River Open fly fishing tournament.  And, I learned a lot and I'm a better fisherman now than I was a year ago.  I'll take that.

A friend just sent me some pheasant feathers from two birds he shot.  I need to start working on smaller white and olive buggers, PTs (regular and soft hackle), princes, juju baetis, and a few other flies that are getting thin in my fly box.  I didn't tie much last winter, mostly due to going through chemo and just spending my days trying to stay warm.

This year, I'm hoping to get more time at the vise.  I'm hoping that a couple more rounds of treatment buy me time so I can stay healthy for all of fishing season next year.

I was hoping that I could teach skiing all winter and use the money to buy a new rod and reel next spring.  I have two different outfits in mind, both in the 9 foot, 5 weight range, and both expensive.  Since I'll be doing radiation and having more surgery this winter, I doubt that I'll work enough to save up the money for the 2 outfits I've been considering.  I certainly won't have enough money to buy that elusive pontoon drift boat I've wanted for a few years.  But, I can't really complain.

I saw my wife catch some amazing fish this year.  One early summer outing in the rain with my wife, and 2 of our friends yielded some great results, and we shared a nice dinner afterward.

Guides!  Brian Cadoret.  Matt Heron.  Al Karg.  I listed them alphabetically.  There is no preference there.  I'd fish with any of them any chance I get.  I can't say enough about these three truly professional and passionate guides.  If I'm lucky, I'll fish with all of them in the future.

During the years that I focused my free time on running ultramarathons and marathons, I really missed fly fishing.  But, life only gives us so much time.  Yes, I did my first ultramarathon in 6 years this season.  But, not once did I let the training for the race interfere with fishing.  My priority is being on the river these days.  I train during the week.  I fish when I can.

Life is good.  Uncertain at times, but good.

Until next time...

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Back out of state to catch some fish

Our long summer of drought has now extended into the autumn.  Every year, I try to take a week off to fly fish during September.  It's one of my favorite times to be out there, and most of the fish still in the rivers are wild fish rather than stocked fish.  But, given our drought right now, I decided to leave Vermont for most of my week of fishing.

So, 2 weeks ago, I left work early on a Tuesday and headed to Pittsburg, NH.  I have to admit that I got lost for a bit on the way there, and I arrived too late to fish on Tuesday evening, which had been my plan.

On Wednesday, I was up well before first light, and I met a guide named Al Karg just below Murphy's Dam in Pittsburg.  You can find Al on Facebook by searching for "Soft Hackle Guide Service".  Al was already fully dressed in his waders and ready to go when I arrived.  He had even brought a mug of coffee along for me, which I drank quickly as I got ready.  By shortly after first light, we were on the river.

I had told Al that my goal for the day was a shot at a big brown.  The stretch below Murphy's Dam may be one of the most underrated fisheries on the east coast for big browns.  Al was a bit disappointed to see another guide's car in the lot, and as he feared, we were not going to be the first people in the hole he wanted to focus on.  So, we fished higher up on the river to start - stripping a big streamer that Al tied to resemble the smelt from Lake Francis.  We fished that streamer through one very long hole with no luck.  By this point, we were able to move into the water that Al had wanted to start in.

After a few casts with the streamer, we switched to tiny nymphs and light tippet as the sun got higher in the sky.  One big brown was all over this hole, feeding on something, but you never knew where the fish would come up again.  So, we kept fishing, hoping that the fish would get close enough to toss the flies his way.  Eventually it happened - the fish came up directly downstream from me, and I cast out and let the flies swing into the spot where the fish had come up.  I had a soft strike, set the hook, and then nothing.  We brought in the line and the flies were gone.  At this point, we realized that I had on a fluoro leader and Al had tied nylon tippet onto the fluoro.  That is where the knot failed.  So, while I'm not positive that I hooked the big guy, there's a decent chance that I had.  That fish rose a few more times, but we had no luck in that hole, so we headed downstream.

I had one more strike where a side stream comes in and it was likely a small brookie.  Around 11:30, we finally moved on from this stretch of water.  We headed downstream to fish a stretch of pocket water, but even with wading staffs, the current and wading were challenging.  From there, we went downstream a bit more to another stretch of pocket water that ended in a deep hole.  I had no luck there either, and we parted ways.  We both needed some food and I needed a shower.  When I got out of the shower at 2:45, Al was already at my campsite to head back out for the second half of the day.  We decided to fish the upper end of the Trophy Section between First Connecticut Lake and Lake Francis.

I had fished this water just a few weeks ago, and I'd caught one nice fish and a handful of other fish.  This time, the flows were much higher and the wading was challenging.  But, we used wading staffs and held onto each other for support on a few of our stream crossings.  At the well known Corner Hole, I finally got a fish.  I think Al was a bit unhappy that I'd insisted on using a purple fly (Batman Prince Nymph) through this stretch.  He really doesn't fish attractor patterns, but I'd had good luck with purple flies through here a few weeks ago.  I got a decent wild Rainbow out of the Corner Hole, and I then missed a strike just downstream where I'd taken an 18" fish a few weeks ago.  We fished the Judge's Pool and the Jury box with no luck to end the day.  Here is the one rainbow I caught that day:

So, I likely hooked one big fish but lost him.  I only caught one fish.  But, I felt like I learned a lot about the water and I had a good day.  The next day, this would pay off a bit.

I started Thursday on the same water, but I went with nymphs from the start.  The big brown was on the prowl again, but there were worm dunkers all around me, and I think they put the fish down with their long lob casts right on top of the latest rise.  I did manage a 10" rainbow in that hole and I got a brookie downstream where I'd missed a strike the day before.  So, I was no longer skunked on this water.

I headed back to my campground for a shower and a nap.  I talked to a younger fisherman in his waders in the campground store and asked him how he was doing.  He said he'd done well, with one big salmon, a big brookie and one big rainbow on the lower half of the trophy section.  He told me the fish had all come on an olive woolly bugger, on the swing.  So, I re-rigged my rod with a size 6 olive woolly bugger and a trailing tiny nymph.  I parked at Carr Ridge Road, and fished the stretch from below the bridge (there were already 3 people fishing at the bridge) down to the Junction Pool.  Halfway down, I had a vicious take and brought in a 20" rainbow.  Just a few casts later, I had another vicious strike in the same pool and got a beautiful wild 16" rainbow.  The bigger fish might have been a stocked fish, based on its coloration.  I fished down some more, and then came back to the bridge and fished there until dark.  I had a couple half-hearted strikes, but nothing noteworthy.  Here is the 20" rainbow as it swam out of the net:

It rained hard all night long, and to be honest, I just slept in the next morning.  I tore down my camp in the morning and headed to Errol, NH and the Dartmouth College Second Land Grant.  I met my friend Joel at the entrance to the grant, and we headed to our cabin for the weekend.  From here, we went out and fished the Diamond for a while before dinner.  To be honest, we didn't see any signs of fish the entire time we were out there.

The next morning, we started on the Diamond again.  Then, we headed upstream on the same river and we got a few small brookies on tiny nymphs.  From there, we headed above the confluence of the Swift Diamond and Dead Diamond (when they meet, the river becomes the Diamond) to a  big slow bend on the Dead Diamond.  We had no luck there, so we decided to leave the land grant and head to the Magalloway in Maine.

On the upper stretches of the Diamond, above the gorge:

We fished a location where a slow moving stream enters the river.  It's a beautiful area and it was hard to tell that we were only a couple hundred yards from a road.  It was pure wilderness.  I decided to let the other 2 guys fish the pool at the entrance to the stream and I stepped into the main stem of the river.  I quickly picked up a 10" brookie on a Copper John.  This led to Joel putting on a Copper John and he started catching fish at the confluence.  He had one big fish snap him off, but he got a 20" fish and an 18" fish.  They were beautiful males in spawning colors.  I think Joel hooked 6 fish or so before it got dark, but the other 2 of us got nothing other than my early brook trout.  So, I got 4 brookies for the day.  Here are few photos from in the river:

The next morning, we headed to right where we'd finished the day before.  This time, we put our 3rd fisherman in the sweet spot at the confluence.  He was a fairly new fisherman and we wanted him to have the best shot at the fish.  But, I was suddenly the person catching fish.  It took a while to figure out exactly what would prompt a strike.  The water was very slow and I was fishing a bead head Copper John.  I would cast it, and let it drift until it hit the bottom.  It would travel only a small distance before that happened.  Then, I would slowly raise the rod and the fish would grab the fly as it rose from the bottom.  But, they were super subtle strikes - really it just felt like somebody added a couple split shots to the leader and you had to use that as an indicator to lift faster to set the hook.  The first fish I hooked was big - probably over 20", and I got him into shallow water, but he threw the hook.  The next fish was a beautiful spawning male:

Then, I got a couple other fish, including a 14" fish.  I don't get to fish for wild brookies very often, and the 16" fish was my biggest brookie ever.  But, we weren't done yet.  At about 10:30, we had to head back to the cabin and clean it up and get our stuff out.  After that, our third fisherman headed home, and Joel and I headed to the Magalloway again, but this time, we headed upstream to the famous Mailbox Hole.  This was a bit challenging because the main pool creates a lot of eddies, and I was actually fishing my nymphs by letting them drift upstream.  Joel got a small salmon early on, and I eventually hooked and landed a beautiful 18" brookie.  At this point, I had my 2 biggest brookies of my life in one day, and I'd lost an even bigger fish.

Eventually, I had to head back to Vermont, but Joel stayed and returned to our first spot.  He hooked one more monster and lost it, but got a handful of fish in the 14"-20" range.  What a great little pocket of water that is, although it took a while to get the technique down.

I got to Vermont and spent the night with my in-laws in the Northeast Kingdom.  The next day, I was scheduled to fish the Clyde River for spawning landlocked salmon.  But, the guide called me and told me that water was simply too low for the salmon, so we agreed to fish the Lamoille instead.

We didn't start early because most of the recent hatches had been in the afternoon.  The first few casts I took were to a big brown sunning himself in the Gihon River just above where it enters the Lamoille.  My third cast spooked the fish and I never did get a clean drift past him.  From there we headed to a couple spots on the Lamoille.  The lack of insect life was surprising and there were no rising fish at all.  I did get one decent wild bow on a stripped woolly bugger in slow water.

From there, we headed back to the Gihon, fishing up through some drop-offs and focusing on the pocket water.  I turned two fish - one on a nymph under a hopper and one that chased a Zonker, but no strikes.  Finally, at the top-most pocket in this stretch - a deep pocket that holds some big browns - I had a strike, but I didn't hook the fish.

In the Gihon:

And just like that, my fishing vacation was over.

I got out on the White River in Royalton yesterday and the river is the lowest I have ever seen it.  Holes that are normally deep were shallow and crystal clear.  I fished for about an hour without any signs of fish before heading home.  We got some rain this morning and more is in the forecast for next weekend, but our drought is far from over.  I may try Otter Creek next weekend.

Friday, September 16, 2016

First day out in VT in quite a while

I had last fished in VT on 7/24/2016.  Normally, it's not too hard to find places to fish in August, but certain waters are off limits.  This year, due to record heat and very low water conditions, I didn't fish in VT once during August.  I did fish in NH during August, and that's where I'll be fishing again next week, but I finally got out in VT last weekend.

After a few cool nights and some rain overnight on a Saturday, I got out on a Sunday evening, on the main branch of the White River.  The water temperature was still marginal at 68F, but it was cool enough to fish.  Flows were still low, but adequate for fishing.

As I got to the stream, I saw a few iso emergers and there were a few BWOs in the air.  I had already anticipated those flies, and I had a 3 fly rig with an iso nymph up top, a Batman Prince in the middle, and a juju Baetis last.  This is a series of 4 major pools that I was fishing top to bottom.

On my very first cast into the first pool, my strike indicator went under.  I was guessing the water was too shallow and I'd snagged a nymph, but I set the hook anyway.  I hooked a fish and turned him - a nice brown - and then because of bad line management, he got some slack and threw the hook.  Earlier in the year, I took an 18" brown in this pool, and it may very well have been the same fish.

After that, things slowed down a lot.  I worked down through the first hole with no more strikes.  None in the second hole either.  I was almost through the third when my strike indicator moved again.  This time, I hooked and landed a small wild rainbow.  And that was it for the day.

Well, I had one more strike but failed to hook the fish.  So, 3 strikes in 2.5 hours - not really all that great.  But, it was nice to be on the water.  And, I helped a young boy who was bait fishing and struggling with his equipment.  I always try to help the next generation when I can.  I know that I was a bait guy at his age, and hopefully he will remember a fly fisherman helping him, and he'll consider fly fishing as an option in the future.

Next Tuesday, I'm heading to NH for a week or so of fishing, and during the trip, I'll fish in NH, ME and eventually, back in VT.  I hope to get out on the Winooski this coming weekend as well.

My trip to NH starts on Tuesday.  I will get there somewhat late, but I'm hoping to get a little time on the Connecticut above Lake Francis on Tuesday evening, probably the lower half of the trophy section - Carr Bridge down to Doc's Hole or so.

Wednesday, I'm fishing with a guide below Murphy Dam, and the entire goal for the day is big browns.  We are going to start in darkness with mouse patterns, and then move to nymphs as we get some light.

Thursday, I'm going to fish the entire upper half of the trophy section - from the dam down to the bridge.  After I hike back to my car, I will see if I have time to do any more fishing.  If so, I have a number of places to consider.

Friday, I'll fish in the morning for a bit, but not too long.  I'm meeting friends that afternoon and staying in Dartmouth's Second College Land Grant for the weekend.  I'm guessing we will fish the Dead Diamond Friday night and Saturday morning.  At some point, we will cross into Maine to chase big brookies on the Magalloway.  I will fish until Sunday evening and then head back to Vermont.

Monday morning, I'm going to fish the Clyde for landlocked salmon coming out of Lake Memphremagog to spawn.  In the afternoon, I might hit the Black River in Irasburg on my way home.

That's 7 straight days of fishing and I'm beyond excited.  I know that water flows have been increased on the trophy section of the Connecticut and fishing has been improving.  I will be at most of these places when they aren't crowded, and I'll likely have time on the trophy water all to myself,  Just me and the fish.

This won't be the end of my season - far from it.  But, after next week, all of my fishing will be on weekends, right up until mid-November or so, when I'll put away the fly rods and pull out the skis.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Brodin: Another company with great customer service (and great products)

Earlier this year, I talked about how happy I was with customer service from Sage, Simms and Patagonia.  All of them took great care of me after I had an issue with a product.

On the flip-side, Rio never even acknowledged a problem I reported to them with some of their gear.  This was disappointing to me, because I use their fly lines and their tippet material and their leaders, and I had a problem with a very specialized leader, and just wanted some information.  I haven't stopped using their equipment, but I have stopped using that specialized leader, especially after it cost me a 4 pound brown trout the last time it failed.  But, this post isn't about Rio or any of those other companies.

I now have a new company to add to the "great customer service" list.

I have been using Brodin nets for a long time - probably 20 years.  I still have my first net from them, and it still works.  It's small, and it has the older style mesh fabric webbing, so I don't use it often, mostly because the newer style baskets are more kind to fish.  But, it gets used when I go out with a second fisherman who needs a net for the day.

Two weekends ago, in a very short period of time, I lost my Brodin Ghost Cutthroat net.  It was there when I used it to land a fish, and 15 minutes later, it was gone when I needed it for a bigger fish.  I searched all over the area for it, with no luck.  I've even had a local fisherman in that area keeping his ears open for me, in case a local fisherman finds it.  But, the reality is, it's gone.  I know if I found a net like that on a river, I'd try to get it back to the original owner somehow, but in my heart, I'd want to keep it.  It's that nice a product.
This morning, I sent Brodin a message.  They don't make the same net anymore, and I was asking them about my first choice as a replacement for the net.  I explained how I lost the net, and I assume it was my fault.  I'm guessing that I failed to hook the net to my pack properly.  I tried not to place any blame on them.

I got an immediate response from their "info" e-mail address.  The surname of the person who responded was Brodin.  This is not a giant business like Simms or Patagonia.  This is a small specialty business, where family members answer e-mails (or it's an amazing coincidence of a last name).

And, they did something that totally surprised me.  They offered me a discount on the replacement net to "help to ease the pain", as they phrased it.

I was already a fan of their products.  Now, I'm fan of their entire company.  I'm looking forward to the new net arriving before I go on a short fly fishing vacation later this month.  This is what I love about our sport.  The best companies out there know that we, as consumers, have a lot of options when it comes to gear.  And, many of us spend a lot on gear (our wives will back us up on that claim).

It's nice when a company goes out of the way to earn or keep your business.  Here's a pic of the new net:

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Pittsburg, NH area fishing

I finally got some fishing done a week ago, up in the Pittsburg, NH area.  I picked up a friend on Saturday morning and we headed north and east.  It took a couple hours to get there, and we did a quick drive through Pittsburg and up to First Connecticut Lake before picking our first spot to fish.  We decided to start at a bridge about halfway through the Trophy section (fly fishing only) between First Connecticut Lake and Lake Francis.  We were camping at Lake Francis that night.

We did check out the upper end of the trophy section before we fished downstream, but it was crowded and the two most obvious holes were being used to teach some young kids to fly fish.  We saw one of them catch a small wild rainbow before heading downstream.

I enjoyed the pocket water we were fishing.  But, my fishing companion apparently didn't.  I had settled in on a handful of flies I wanted to use for this trip, and I didn't change up very often.  I was using a hopper up top, a size 14 Batman Prince Nymph and a size 18 purple Juju Baetis as my droppers.  Walking was challenging, but there were fish in that pocket water and I caught a couple small wild fish early on.  The biggest excitement was a large brook trout following my hopper for 10 feet or so before declining to eat it.  It would have easily been my biggest brookie ever, but no luck.

After a couple hours in the midday sun, I felt like I was dialing in the water and I had a few things figured out.  The takes were subtle.  They almost always came on the first or second cast into an area, so the best strategy was cast and move, cast and move.  I'd missed a few fish, caught a couple, and was having fun, but my friend was catching nothing and complaining.  Eventually, he insisted it was time for lunch.  We went to the campground, set up our tent, got some food, and he then wanted to drive to Colebrook to fish.

I had my best day of last year in Colebrook with this person, but I much preferred to stay in the upper water.  But, there were 2 of us, so I gave in.  Unlike a year ago, the fishing was very challenging at Colebrook this year.  I got one strike and one small wild fish.  My friend got 2 fish.  And suddenly, darkness was approaching, so we called it a day.  We had access to so much water full of big wild fish in NH, and I knew I didn't want to return to this site the next day.  The bridge at Colebrook can be very productive.  But, it's open to bait fishing and lots of people fish there simply to catch their limit and go home.  There is nothing wild or remote about it, although there are some wild fish in the area.

I suggested an early start for the next day, and suggested we fish the top of the trophy section, before it got crowded.  We were the first people there, and within a couple minutes, I had a nice 12" rainbow on the Batman Prince.  I continued my tactic of cast and move on.  I went downstream and caught another fish right below the previous fish, this time on the Juju Baetis.  By now, some other fishermen were showing up, so I headed downstream even more.  At the next hole, I was fishing some small water that had just been abandoned by another fisherman, but on my second cast, I landed a 10" landlocked salmon on the baetis nymph.  This was my first landlocked salmon ever -a fish I have never really targeted even in VT.  I leapfrogged the fisherman below me, and caught another small rainbow just below him and some downed trees.  I fished a handful of holes on the way downstream, and then realized I was getting away from my buddy.  So, I circled back around and found him.  Somehow, between my 4th fish and the time I found him, my net disappeared, but I didn't notice right away.

I also changed flies, tying on a size 16 Psycho Prince nymph - still purple.

As I resumed fishing with my friend, he moved downstream quickly to some bigger water.  I worked slowly through the pocket water and at one point, I waded halfway across the river to put a fly in front of a very fishy looking rock.  And, it paid off as I hooked a nice rainbow on a very subtle take.  This is when I noticed that my net was gone and I had my buddy net the fish.  The fish was a bit lethargic with warm-ish water temperatures, so I released him immediately with no photo.  So, you'll have to trust me that it was a beautiful 18" rainbow.  I went off looking for my net after that, and my buddy caught a second smaller fish where I'd just taken the big fish.  By the time I returned, he wanted some coffee, so we headed back to the campground.

We packed up everything, got some coffee, and headed to a fly fishing only section above First Connecticut Lake.  I thought this water was close to a mile long, but the river dropped into the lake after maybe 1/4 mile.  My friend worked this water more slowly, and it paid off with a nice wild brookie (this water holds mostly brookies and salmon).  I had no strikes and I fished the entire FFO section.  By now, it was noon and we had time to fish one more area before we had to head home.  Plus, rain was in the forecast for the evening.

I suggested below Murphy's Dam, the outlet of Lake Francis, just above the village of Pittsburg.  This water was being released towards the bottom of the dam, and was clearly below the thermocline.  I measured the water at 54F, and we knew there were big browns in this water.  But, to be honest, fishing had really slowed down, I hadn't had much sleep, and I was getting pretty tired.  I fished a big white streamer trailed by 2 tiny nymphs, but after half an hour, I'd had enough and called it a day.  I told my friend I was done, but told him to keep fishing.  I went back to the car for something to eat and drink, and I listened to the Tigers pummelling the Red Sox on the radio.

After an hour or so, an older gentleman with a fly fishing license plate showed up at his truck, which was parked right beside me.  We talked for an hour or so, and he told me he'd lost a brown he estimated at 8 pounds on a tiny fly.  He had actually hooked a small brown, and the bigger brown attacked the smaller fish and managed to get hooked.  After a 20 minute fight, the fish threw the hook, and he reeled in the dead carcass of the baby brown he'd originally hooked.  This was the second time he'd hooked this particular fish (although he said it's possible 2 huge browns are in the small pool where he hooked it), and it got away both times.

He turned out to be a guide, and he was very willing to share his knowledge of this stretch of river.  I'm hoping to go back in September and maybe fish with him for a day.  I told him that if we fished, my goal would simply be to have a shot at a big brown.  Numbers are meaningless, but give me a shot at a big eastern brown.  I'm hoping to do that in 3 weeks or so, when I've got a week off work to go fly fishing.

Even if I don't fish with him, I will fish in the Pittsburg, NH area again this season, despite the high pressure that anglers put on the Connecticut River through that area.

I did some stream measurements this past weekend, and some local waters are cooling down.  The Little River is cool enough to fish all day, and the Dog is cool enough to fish in the morning.  But, after a tough hike with my wife and friends on Saturday, I slept in on Sunday and never made it out fishing.  I probably can't fish this coming weekend, but I'm guessing that water temperatures will be much better by the time I can fish 11 days from now.