Val S. and I headed out onto the Housatonic River mid-morning on Saturday. The clouds weren't really this menacing...did a little messing around with the photo to add some dramatic effect. |
Probably a loon? |
Lunkhead of the day. Most of the folk we meet out on the water are friendly and exhibit some knowledge of fishing etiquette. Not this person. Val and I were fishing a section of the breakwater, catching striper after striper , which this person undoubtedly saw...so he came down the breakwater on his trolling motor until he was about 50 feet from us. When I pointed out to him that he had gotten too close, all I got back was that he didn't care and he wasn't going to move. This reminded me of three aphorisms: • “Never get in a pissing contest with a skunk,” • “Never try to teach manners to a baboon,” and • “Never pass up an opportunity to keep your mouth closed.” I took the suggestions offered by each of these maxims and we motored off to fish another area. |
Here's Val fighting a schoolie on the fly rod. |
And, although it's not a big fish, even for a schoolie, it's a real trophy because Val caught it on a fly he designed and tied himself. Just one of the rewards of fly fishing. |
Another great day on the water. |
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