It’s not a trout…

The Connecticut River, Uncategorized

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But it’s every bit as fun on a fly.   Fishing for bass today on the Connecticut rekindled my excitement for landing lunkers.  Only difference is that I lost more fish than I remebered when I used to fish for bass years ago.  Thinking back about what could be a viable explanation,  it came to me.   I guess spinning tackle and treble hooks yield a better landing average than a pinched barb woolly bugger.  Regardless of the frustration, I am sticking with the fly rod.  As maddening as it is to lose big fish… it makes the next time out on the same water that much more exciting.  Bass-ackwards…but true.

If Jerry Garcia were to be reincarnated as a trout…

Ammonoosuc River: Our NH "Home" River, New Hampshire Fly Fishing: Rainbow Trout

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He might look like this.   This young trout has a flair for the psychedelic.  Check out the depth of the green near his tail.   This photo was edited just for exposure…no Photoshop trickery.  This is just a beautiful fish held in sunlight.   Trippy.

Brother/Sister Trout Score

Ammonoosuc River: Our NH "Home" River, New Hampshire Fly Fishing: Rainbow Trout

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Sister Anne and Brother Richard are trout reeling in sunny high pressure with the assistance of our beloved “black ghost”.  Always a treat to find fish willing to nibble in beautiful weather.  Notice the light coloration of the rainbow Brother Richard is cradling.  I am always surprised by the silvery light coloration of rainbow trout who live atop of ledge and sand.  And Sister Anne…well, her shirt has in the color department what Brother Richard’s fish lacks…and, a snappy little rainbow she landed.

What’s “SUP” with that?

Ammonoosuc River: Our NH "Home" River, New Hampshire Fly Fishing: Brook Trout, New Hampshire Fly Fishing: Brown Trout, New Hampshire Fly Fishing: Rainbow Trout, Uncategorized

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Yep.  That’s Maria.  My test pilot. She is undertaking a mission to gain acces to out of reach rising trout just upriver from the dam by stand up paddleboard (“SUP”).  Considering the water is mildly stinky and there are small armies of leeches, I imagine passers by will be wondering…what’s up with that?  Results are pending….

Orthodontic Encounter…I favor the trout.

The Connecticut River, Uncategorized

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While stripping streamers for trout I came upon this pickerel, my first dentally clad fish on a fly rod.  Fun to land, not so much thereafter.

 

 

 

 

First off, my fly looks like it was the recipient of a Flowbee salon experience.

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Secondly, the sight of these guys’ teeth just never fail to terrify me.  My mind instantly flashes to a gruesome horror movie scene… “Saw 17:  Pickerel Panic”.  I favor the trout.