While the temperatures in the valley were starting on their glidepath to the cooler fall days, we experienced a hiccup this week. Temperatures popped back up into the 80s. With the lower water levels in the Saco, this meant that midday fishing would be marginal.
Forty-eight degrees the other morning at the house, and I had to find a blanket the night before. There is a change in the air. To be honest, I don’t care for 90-degree days and high humidity and neither do trout.
Walking through Hussey’s field, the grasshoppers were everywhere. Late Summer is the prime time for grasshoppers, crickets, beetles and ants to start hatching. Waters are lower and the fish are on the lookout for a big mouthful of food.
As the deep darkness settled over the lake and the fog began to rise off the water, the lights in the log cabin were being lit. The anglers had returned from a good evening of fishing on one of their favorite remote trout ponds.
The other afternoon, I was sitting in my den contemplating the wall of aluminum tubes stacked up in one corner of the room. The tubes, as you may have guessed, are rod cases. Somewhere behind the wall is a rod rack designed to neatly hold rod tubes.
Driving up the Carter Notch Road in Jackson, the Wildcat River peered through the trees. I thought I caught the river winking at me each time I took my eyes off the road to look at her beauty. We continued to flirt all the way to the Melloon Bridge crossing.
This past week, the White Mountains National Forest Service posted an open letter on its Facebook page asking visitors to the forest to have more respect for the resource and the people that protect it.
There are few times in life when an event takes place and we are there to experience the event in real time. Bobby Orr scoring the winning Stanley Cup goal. A man landing on the moon. The first president of color. Catching your first trout at Champney Falls. Events that are etched into your …
A couple of years ago, after a successful fishing expedition with my son and grandson, my grandson dubbed himself “Fish King.” Needless to say, he had caught the most fish. Since then it has become a family tradition that whoever has the hot rod that day gets the title of “Fish King.” Someho…
The “dog days” are here already. The hot days of summer keep trout and anglers in the coolest locations they can find. For trout, this means the spring holes and the deepest parts of the stream or lake. For myself, and my dog, this means sleeping on the couch in front of the fan.
The fly-fishing-only section of the Saco River is a 2-mile stretch of river that runs from Lucy Brook to Artist Falls Brook. It represents just 5 percent of the Saco River mileage that flows through New Hampshire.