Unlike the fox, the skunk says very little. Instead he lures you to the Housatonic River TMA on the last 60-degree, blue-sky day of the foreseeable future . . .
Shows you some beautiful water that doesn’t have to be shared with anyone . . .
Lets you throw everything in the fly box to no avail, catching only the occasional leaf fish . . .
And sends you home with only pictures of the local sights.
While today added a big zero to my fish catching stats, it was a great day to get outside. Enjoy!