It has been way too long since I’ve written a post.
If you follow me on Instagram, then you know that I’ve been fishing. Most trips have been to the local bass pond or short jaunts to smaller rivers where I’ve picked up a few trout on streamers or nymphs.
The first day of June was largely dedicated to yard work, playing catch up from what a long, wet spring left behind. By the afternoon I was spent, but the Housatonic was at 1130 cfs, only slightly above my personal limit of 1,000. What the heck.
I packed the fish+mobile with gear, cooler and Tippet. We headed west along the backroads that take us to the Housatonic. Along the way we saw a handful of anglers wading and 3 drift boats along a relatively short section. Two of the boats were playing fish, so I thought my chances would be good.
I arrived to find that I would have my favorite pool to myself – I thought. Within seconds I was joined by two other anglers – one casting dries, the other nymphs. It’s a large pool so we spread out and gave each other room.
I watched both men hookup within minutes and figured that the fish wanted mixed grill.
I started out nymphing, which brought a few quality fish to hand. After watching sporadic rises, I tied on a rusty spinner, which also brought in a number of healthy browns. By dusk I was satisfied and planning a return trip.
Tippet is always happy to join in, especially if the adventure includes pre- and post-fishing walks. She spent half of this trip in the backpack wading with me, and half in the car watching. I park in the shade and crack the windows so she can take in some fresh air and nap as needed.
Before leaving I took a couple of pics. Even without the excellent fishing, this is truly a beautiful spot. I feel lucky to live so close to the Housatonic and other fishing and hiking opportunities.
Heading home, I always stop before driving thru the covered bridge. It feels like I’m leaving another world. And I am.
Public Service Announcement: While I was home unloading the fishmobile, I rubbed my hand along the back of my neck. I felt a small smooth bump. It started to move. I pulled it from my neck. Yes, it was a tick. I live in Connecticut, which means we take every tick encounter seriously due to Lyme’s disease. I’ve had Lyme’s before, and don’t wish to test my luck again. If you live in a state with similar concerns, please take every precaution to protect your family and pets from these stealthy terrors. It was a mild winter and a wet spring, so expect them to be in full force.
That said, get out and fish soon. Enjoy!