Yesterday we fished the Glendale Catch and Release section of the Housatonic—where they allege all the big car-eh-Berkshire Bones live when it gets warmer. I think every time I looked up Hal had a nice trout in the net. Better fishing there than I've seen before. Said it was just coming naturally. James and I had less luck, but it was a good day of classic fly fishing on a pretty (if polluted - PCBs) section of trouty water. One of the first around here that felt right this year. Yes it's May. Yes, it's grim here. That, and salt's been getting in the way a little lately too.
Today, on a shallow private lake (thanks, Phil), with cans and a canoe, Hal thought he hooked an alligator at one point. I suppose one never knows in these weird little shallow warm water impoundments. We know we at least had a number of larger bass than we usually catch, the largest bluegill I've ever seen, the aforementioned possible alligator, good sized pickerel, and Dale's Pale Ale in a can (which was pretty darn good).
The fish again just came naturally, when we weren't thinking about it. Jedi style. Once when Hal was watching an osprey. Twice when I told them I was 'reeling in the fly to change it'. Always when resting the popper for much longer than you think you should.
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