It’s obvious that I’ve been neglecting the blog a little. Ok a lot. But cut me some slack. I lived in a hotel room for three months, and am just now in the process of getting settled into our house and getting the internet. Plus we live in a new city, with new things to explore, a new job. Lots of changes. Have I been fishing as much as I would like? No. I got a couple of rain soaked hours on my father in laws home stream and picked up a little wild Vermont brown.
One sunny Saturday I did pick a river at random and hit the road in MA. I was going to fish another spot, but I didn’t feel right because @Deanwo and @AncientAngling were nice enough to invite me to this spot, and I didn’t want to be an internet troll and then fish there river.
I chose a branch of the Westfield river and drove, and drove, and drove until I was basically in the Berkshires. It’s also the first time I’ve ever paid a toll to go fishing. Another new experience.
I got lost and started on a small stream that was some other river, and i didn’t see any movement. Got the DeLorme and found the right spot. With not a lot of cover the river was very exposed and I was stripping streamers and nymphing trying to see any fish. After an hour I came upon a pool of rising trout.
Now I usually like to spook the whole pool and blow the whole thing to hell. But I took my time. They looked like Quill Gordons so I tied one on. I started at the back of the pool calmly. 3 casts later I had my first trout.
This fish tore through the pool and I thought for sure it would put the fish down. But they kept rising. I kept fishing. I picked one after another out of the rising fish with a #14 Quill Gordon. Each fish jumped and pulled line out, but the other fish kept rising with the small hatch.
After 10 or so fish, and as with most hatches, the rising was over. I considered myself lucky and moved on. After no more fish I came to a bridge in late afternoon and found another pod of rising fish. Same verse same as the first. Identical hatch, same fly, and another 10 or so fish.
All the fish looked the same and fought well. Not sure if they were holdovers or newly stocked, but no matter. I had a really good day and it was great to get out. Hopefully the blog is back when I can squeeze it in. Next up, Maine.
Thanks for reading!