13 March 2014
I was struck by the beauty of this animal. It brings back some memories. The earliest fly-fishing expedition that I can recall was in the mid-1970s, and indeed somewhere there is a photo of a proud yours truly struggling to hold up a string of rainbows for the camera. My most recent fly-fishing excursions were on the Mianus, Norwalk, and Saugatuck rivers in Connecticut--almost 20 years ago! I used to fish every weekend, spending most of the day in the woods along the riverbanks, catching brookies (at left) and brownies. Over the past decade most of my fishing has been in Mexico hunting for dorado, marlin, and tuna, with the occasional spearfishing trip in California and the Bahamas. But there's something about fly-fishing for trout that's a bit...different. Perhaps it's time to break out the old 9' Sage rod and reel and head into the mountains.