Monday, April 03, 2006


Where I fish on the West Branch of the Farmington river there is no closed season. Before I became fat and lazy, I would fish there 12 months a year. Now that I'm a responsible business owner and pater familias, every minute away from home or office is spent carefully, so I rarely go out there when the fishing can sort of suck. Like when it's 20 degrees and windy. Ice forms on your rod, your fly line is uncooperative and there are no hatches to speak of and the fish are finicky. But all that is over, it's the time of year you can hear the trout calling you out to play. I'm coming my spotted little friends, I'm coming.

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