There is one bug in the fly fishing world that anglers in the East wait all year long for the bug to hatch. This bug is one of the largest mayflies in the world. It runs in sizes up to 2 inches in length. This bug is ... huge!
Is it possible to have a bad day fishing? There are those that say it is impossible, but at the same time there are those that say: “A bad fishing is better than a good day at work.”
A year ago this weekend, there was very little coverage in The Conway Daily Sun of the fishing available here in the Mount Washington Valley. There was, however, a long article about fishing in the Great North Woods.
In the lifetime of a fly angler, there are certain bug hatches that take place on select bodies of water and an angler waits for these hatches with great anticipation. These bug hatches happen at approximately the same time each year. Anglers look forward to the first emergence of these bugs…
I finally got a chance to spend an evening fishing the Saco River. Even better, the whole family came along for the ride. Most of the time, the family would mean just my son Andy and I, but, on this occasion, we would be joined by my daughter-in-law Megg and grandson Brennen.
Several years ago, Connor Pond in Ossipee became featured on “North Woods Law,” the Animal Planet series about New Hampshire’s Conservation Officers. The story had nothing to do with fishing violations but the hostile takeover of the boat ramp by a group of swimmers.
There are so many small lakes and ponds in New Hampshire that it would take several lifetimes to fish them all. Dozens of books and maps have been published over the years that repute to list them and point out their finer points.
From the top of Crawford Notch to the Maine border in Fryeburg, the Saco River snakes its way for 41 miles. Affectionately known as “The Saco,” the river has been the lifeblood of the valley since the arrival of the first settlers.
For the last three months, the pandemic has been keeping families apart. Like a lot of grandfathers across the country, I have been missing being with my family and especially being able to see my grandson, Brennen.
Troutman walked down the woods road back to the parking lot. He and the Old Timer had spent the evening fishing the Hendrikson hatch on one of their favorite trout streams.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the joys of fishing from a canoe. It may surprise some that I do a considerable amount of research when writing my columns. In preparation for that article, I naturally went out and fished from a canoe.
The next couple of weeks are prime time for the Saco. The big hatches of mayflies have already begun but will intensify in the next few days. The evenings are the best time to catch them, when they practice their mating rituals. On a good night, you will be treated thousands of falling mayfl…
“Dip and swing, flashing like silver/Swift as the wild goose flies/Dip, dip and swing.” I am not sure why, but for some reason I haven’t been able to get that old song out of my head. I guess that is the reason why I have needed to get my canoe in the water again.