May

May is best. The in-laws live on the border of CT and NY. After a delightful supper with Z and his bride the evening before, it was brook trout in the yard and wild brownies in the hills of the local Reservation. After recent rains and falling, stained streams, the fish were more than willing, as they usually are in May. But first, we'd sharpen up at our Guilford pond.

Traditional verge cutting in Guildford, CT.

Size 12, long shank, 2x strong.

First of the year. A good one.

NY reservation turkey

The sky held.

As perfect a stream as I know.

Wild brown trout

Scenes from the Reservation, NY

The Old Oak, down but still there.

Wild brownie.

NYC tap water.

Back in the Yard.

 

A Native.

English Jonny, in clover.

Yellow Stone.

Large, Wild Eastern Brook Trout.

I married well.

Jonny

Fresh

It’s interesting to consider that at the very same time that Jonny’s coastal stripers are beginning to wake, our own land-locked cousins, the white and yellow bass, are doing the same. Their small size and willingness to bite give them an innocence one doesn’t tend to associate with their salty kin, but as I said a year ago and repeat here now: the spring bass run is exactly as it should be…more so after a winter like that we just had. 

I’ve yet to luck into any large whites – the egg-laden females that can be 16 inches or more and push two or three pounds – but a few of this spring’s fish have been better than last year’s, and the few yellow bass I’ve caught have been quite impressive (for yellow bass.) Today, though, the fish were hard to come by. My wife and I spent a leisurely morning on the stream, her mostly after warblers and I after bass. I managed just two, but together she and I saw just short of a dozen species of warblers (Yellow, Yellow-rumped, Bay-breasted, Palm, Blackburnian -my favorite, Prothonotary, Magnolia, Golden-winged, Chestnut-sided, Yellow-throated, Waterthrush and Common Yellowthroat).

Yellow bass are handsome

T.J. Brayshaw is handsome

It's how I roll (cast)

This Prothonotary came in close

What you usually see

Salt

I lost a fish last night that I never saw. Unlike the hundreds of bass* that come to hand every year, this one went straight to the reel, took lots of line, and fought like a big fish: dogged, heavy,  slow and in control. I never saw it. I played my only card, backing up ready to bully the fish onto the shells. She was almost there when the line came back with a piggy tail - a failed knot.

This was the second night at The Mouth, and I can't complain. The first night stripers were rolling on the surface a rod's length away, swirling at whatever fly was dapped over the surface, even on my inappropriate sinking line. Dozens* of bass were caught as the spring migration kicked into gear.

As is often the case, the second visit saw bigger fish in the mix (I have no idea why). Todd got the first keeper of the year. We helped him land and photograph it - a celebration all round. The fishing was very good, but we agreed that the sunset and migrating birds were the best thing about the whole sweet relief of winter's departure. A spring estuary is one hell of a place to be on the opening day of trout season. Some of us said we should leave the rods and just bring cameras next time, and I'd like to think we could do that if we wanted to. 

We took these photos. The best ones - and probably some of the finest I've seen from this spot - were shot on a phone by my pal Tommy Baranowski, local fly fisherman and guitarist. Phones are getting better at being cameras, but don't be fooled. Tommy is good at this shit.

It was great to see Joe again.

By Tommy B.

Tommy B.

TB

Or not TB (though this was TB).

Fly by TJ Brayshaw (as they all were).

English Jonny shoots the boys.

The Norwegian with a keeper.

 
*Dozens is more realistic. Think about how many trips per year you would need to make, and how many fish you'd have to average per trip, to make it "hundreds" of stripers.

Suppose you went twice per week from April 15 to November 15. That's seven months, or about 28 weeks. Twice per week would be 56 trips. Two stripers per trip would put you at 112 fish for the year. That's more than 100, but does that make it "hundreds"?  And do you fish for stripers twice per week for seven straight months? And what's a reasonable per trip average?  Sure, a few days at the mouth of the Housy could net you many dozens of fish, but even so. Think of the number of trips that turn up no fish at all. Do you not have these?  And doesn't "hundreds" imply multiples of 100?  As in, maybe, 200 or more?

Think about that. 

EJ

A walk with Bill

We met today to practice our single handed casting. I'd fished the river last week and it was running the right side of high. Today we were astonished to find it at summer levels already - a lot less fishable water between short plunges and slow-moving shallows. Many of the wild steelhead you find here had been flushed out by recent rains. But it was warm and stone-flies filled the air and tried to get down my shirt. I enjoyed playing leap frog down the stream with Anonymous again, reading water together and feeling the sun; a reminded that New England is, after all, a sensible place to live. 

LIS Steelhead.

 

Anonymous fishes dry.

Nice looking net. 

Covering a rise.

 

Steelhead Creek - summer levels.

EJ

Oyez! Oyez! Gather Round!

- March 28th, 2014 AD - 

An Announcement is Made, This Day.

Hear ye! Hear ye! Eight o'clock, and all's well! To all good people gathered here in the villages of Connecticut, I bring you greetings from Guilford Town, in the Region of New Haven. Yea, let it be known that the cigar was taken in the gloaming and there were tiny frogs this eve; late by two weeks past and the year afore that, but here at last out in the coppice!

Here ye! Here ye! Spring is here and all's well!

God Save The Queen! And God Bless America!

Tight lines for the season.

TAC

A spring peeper. Surely the greatest of all animals.