The best part was talking to a nice guy from the DEEP about the history of trout in Connecticut. He was knowledgeable and realistic about the whole thing. So what if he couldn't pronounce Loch Leven? I also got chatting to a Spey casting enthusiast who seemed as bemused at the whole expo thing as I was.
Yesterday also happened to be the first day for weeks when the temperature reached above freezing, so I had a quite word with myself about my own stupidity at being inside a hall full of fishing stuff. And that is how I came to fish a Class 1 WTMA in the northern part of the state. It hardly seems important that none of the fish* I pricked came to hand. Exploring this new stream was absolutely delightful, and I look forward to skipping other fly fishing expos so I can explore it some more.
|I waded right through this deep bend, expertly letting my dry fly float the curve to waiting fish that were not there.|
|Walking on shelf ice is quite an exciting game for an angler in the region of 200lbs.|
|Indiana Jones and the Stream of Doom|
|I met a man walking his pointers. He explained this whole area had been a private hunting ground for CT well-to-dos way back when. The woodlands and general landscape suggested as much. A real made to measure sporting estate.|
|My fishing rod.|
|I also visited the shoreline this week. It seems fishing is in full swing.|
This is one of my summer kayak put-ins. Any day now....
|Surf is in no way up.|