We kayaked a section of the Connecticut River on Memorial Day weekend hoping to avoid crowds on other more easily fished water. The thing is…this is big, wide, flat water. I trolled a leechy- looking bugger with a bead head for the length of the 10 mile trip with out a single bump. I did try to cast to the bank in a couple of sections that seemed particularly “fishy” without result. This is the kind of situation that one gets in touch with that inner sense of fisherman helplessness. Lost. Such is the desperation that leads to all kinds book seeking, map reviewing, and interrogation of those fisherman who have paid their dues parsing the water.