I will get to real fishing when we thaw. Meantime, I wanted to capture some simple thoughts on what it’s been like to be a fly fisher on two continents. The simple answer is damned lucky, but here goes:
*It’s far cheaper here. In the
*All for $50 a year.
*In CT our trout are mostly in rivers.
*There are thousands of “put and take” trout fisheries throughout the
*A priest is a blunt instrument for the dispatch of fish. If you didn’t know this, good for you.
*One pellet hog rainbow does not equate to one 6oz wild brown in my world.
*Spent brood-stock salmon are like stockings filled with mulch by comparison to their fresh run cousins. Think steelhead.
*When I arrived in the
*Sea robins. Weird.
*There are pike and other coarse fish in
*There’s a whole separate angling genre in the
*Trotting maggots under a float is dreamy. Try it.
*I miss Thymallus thymallus, the beautiful Lady of the Stream.
*A sunfish is a thing of wonder to a grown man who has had brown trout coming out of his ears since the age of 12. It is from the same Martian world as the Sea Robin.
*I saw my first brook trout at age 35. I am having an affair with brook trout. I’m wedded to browns.
*The greatest trout fishing in
*Wearing tweed and drinking whisky is obligatory on all Scottish salmon rivers (it’s my blog, my fantasy).
*The River Spey is in
*A trout rod in
*Witnessing a 20lb river pike attack a live bait is only bettered for sheer scare-the-tuna-salad panic by the prospect of dealing with the beast once grassed.
*Last year a 5lb bluefish tried to crack my knuckles then eat me. More please.
*In recent years salmon fishers in the
*This is fine in the acidic lochs of northern
*I learned good fish handling in
So, some vague generalities, some of them true. The experience of fishing these two countries leaves me grateful for their vast differences and wonderful similarities. I’ll catch a trout on
I hope it’s a brownie.