tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82507595620681218432024-03-13T09:42:35.441-04:00The Weary Angler“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar WildeStevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-82083143610877592342015-07-31T08:16:00.000-04:002015-07-31T08:16:10.145-04:00Lord Stanley's CupI have had the good fortune to do some really cool things over the course of the last couple of years. Taking batting practice at Yankee Stadium and hanging out on Pit Row during a NASCAR race were just two of the trips that set the bar high for my kids.<br />
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Last weekend added to the cool factor!<br />
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The sister of a good friend is married to Patrick Sharp, member of the 2015 NHL Champion Chicago Blackhawks hockey team. Our friend was kind enough to invite my family to hang out with the Stanley Cup for an afternoon. <div>
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Serious hockey players understand the myths surrounding The Cup - you don't touch the trophy until you actually win it for yourself. If you do touch The Cup any other way, you jeopardize your chance of ever winning it. Well, as you can see from the picture above, I was under no illusion that I will ever win the championship. Let me tell you, I am a casual hockey fan however, hoisting that cup, well, I can't recall a time, in recent memory, when I have been so nervous. The image a a "Not Top 10 Play" on ESPN kept running through my head. The Stanley Cup weighs about 40 pounds however, you really do feel the weight of the history associated with this trophy as you are lifting it over your head.</div>
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Such a thrill to see a magnificent piece of hockey and sporting history. My boys have been along for many of the wild trips I have experienced. Sometimes I wonder if they think this stuff happens to everyone? I joke with a good friend, who has also shared these trips with me, that we are setting the bar awfully high for our boys.</div>
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-15825085444743868732015-07-23T09:56:00.000-04:002015-07-23T09:56:07.958-04:00What's happened to kid's sports?I'm not that old that I can't recall my participation in sports as a kid. Where I grew up, choices were lean and toward the traditional side. Springtime was baseball, Summer was baseball, Fall was football and Winter was basketball - my favorite.<br />
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I recall a few of my friend's dads as the coaches of my summer teams and you learned how to play along the way. I don't remember baseball clinics, swing coaches, pitching coaches and all the paid instruction that seems to have crept into youth sports today. I don't remember parents screaming at their children for bad plays, umpires being berated for bad calls and coaches who made our national past time a bloodsport.<br />
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Truth be told, I was a sub par athlete until high school rolled around and I found my calling - track & field. Sadly, my lone regret to this point in my life, I did not apply the effort and dedication that would have allowed me to be a much better runner at that time. I was good...I could have been great.<br />
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Enough about the past, my curiousness lies in what is currently going on in youth sports. I will speak mostly concerning the youth sports in my small town.<br />
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Where to begin? On the positive side, there is such a wide variety of sports for kids to participate in today. Beyond the great amount of choices is where things get dicey:<br />
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- crazy parents<br />
- arrogant kids<br />
- specializing in 1 sport<br />
- private lessons, private lessons, private lessons<br />
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- recreational sports teams<br />
- hardcore, over the top coaches<br />
- poor coaching<br />
- cheating<br />
- nepotism<br />
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I could do this all day. In the last 12 months, I have seen every example of the above and more. As a volunteer coach, I have been subject to hyper-critical coaches, aggressive parents and ill mannered, arrogant kids.<br />
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When did youth sport become a status symbol? Parents, please stop living vicariously through your child. If your youth sports experience did not leave you satisfied, stop pushing your child to be the player you weren't. Rather than push your kids to be great athletes, teach them to be good children first.<br />
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I'm doing ok but I still have to ask myself, where does the money come from? The amount spent on gear - $250 Mako bats - really? The amount of money spent of private baseball lessons, basketball lessons, soccer lessons. Those are the private lessons, let's not forget about the endless number of clinics and camps kids attend these days. This is such a tough topic for me as my kids are living all of these issues. Yes, I am, to some degree, contributing to the problem. My boys take private basketball lessons and I have paid for hitting instruction. Yes, they are 10 and 11 years old and not likely to receive Division 1 scholarships however, to be able to even be considered for some teams, they need to be putting in this "extra" time.<br />
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I have had the pleasure to coach baseball and a little basketball over the last 6 years. I have run into all kinds of coaches. Sadly, what I see most are men who have little interest in coaching an entire team as they seem to have an agenda that involves seeing their child get all the help they need, the most playing time possible and positions that are best suited to their child's interests. I have been witness to baseball drafts that treat kids like meat - I'm talking about 10 year olds - I've listened to men mock children and their lack of ability. I am sometimes left to wonder what would be said about my kids if I wasn't in the room? Don't get me wrong, I've seen a few guys coaching with the right intentions however, the few good ones are far outnumbered by the bad ones.<div>
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This discussion could run on for days. I've already left and returned to this post over the span of a couple of days. In short, let kids be kids, don't force your child to play a sport they have no interest in playing. Ease off, the amount of pressure put on these young players will ruin them from the sports they are just starting to love. The pressure put on them will also make them look at you differently and, if I am wrong and any kid from my son's entire class makes it to the pros, I'll be the first in line to overpay for tickets.</div>
Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-85577747932014146302015-07-20T15:55:00.000-04:002015-07-20T15:57:07.704-04:00Still not sure how.When I first started fly fishing, admittedly, I knew nothing about my soon to be mistress. I would show up at the river and park in the usual, well worn pull offs and paths travelled by anglers, kayakers and tubers alike. I would spend some time looking for "fishy" water.<br />
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What actually constitutes "fishy"water? I had no idea at that time. I wasn't versed in reading currents, looking for holding water, foam lines and all the things that make some spots better than others.<br />
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Skinny water, low level water runs of the river were places I avoided on a regular basis. I figured fish needed, at worst, waist deep and I spent a lot of frustrating time trying to fish long, slow stretches of water than required a patience I had yet to develop.<br />
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A recent run to my home river reminded me, yet again, of a great lesson, taught to me by a guide from whom I learned much...don't pass up skinny water.<br />
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Every angler has them, the spots on the river that are yours and yours alone. Spots not to be shared with other fisherman, on blogs or, in some cases, even with good friends. One of my favorite spots is a stretch no more than 20 yards long in an area that takes some effort to fish. I was guided to this spot once and have returned a few times a year since. This is not a run that I hit often however, I am continually amazed by the size and quality of the fish that can be found in less than 2 feet of water.<br />
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The Brown trout above was the first taking while nymphing this run. After landing this beauty, I continued to cast, not thinking I would land another, equally beautiful fish, from the same area.<br />
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This run produced the Rainbow above, and a couple more like it, before I departed as puzzled as always. How, in such low water, can fish of this size hang out? I'm sure there are logical, scientific answers but I just don't get it. This puzzles me the way powered flight does - I know it's mechanics and science but seeing a 737 in the air still blows me away.<br />
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As my boys get older, I value each and every chance I get to hit the water. Along with my wife, playing taxi driver, coach and fan keeps me busy. Oh yeah, my paying job does too! I hope I continue to experience days like this and that I am always full of the same wonder as today.<br />
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<br />Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-11967848120665902122015-07-07T20:45:00.001-04:002015-07-07T20:45:21.315-04:00Time to get going again?I don't know.<br />
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Should I get back at it again? I can certainly find the time. I have stories to tell, opinions to share, reviews to write.<br />
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Why? Would I be doing it for me? Yes, I think I would be. The benefit of a blog with a microscopic following is that I have the ability to truly write about whatever I want without fear of anyone ever really seeing the topic. Let's face it, I started the blog when blogging was all the rage. I enjoyed it for a time but then, the blog became work. Feeling like the next post needed to be more exciting than the last, the pictures better, the fish bigger, the topic more engaging. So, I took a break.<br />
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Now, here I am over a year later and I found myself thinking about the blog during a recent night of fishing. I began to think of the blog more as a chronicle. The comings and goings of daily life however, not restricted to fishing but all things. Can this URL out live me? Will I endeavor to mark the rest of my days with some interesting pros with the ultimate hope that one of my boys keeps this journal going?<br />
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Yep, I think it's time to start up again...Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-90902027886999640252013-12-04T21:45:00.003-05:002013-12-04T21:45:46.193-05:00Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated.Shazam! You decide to take a little break from the entries and almost a year goes by. Where did the time go? Let's see - rec basketball, work, spring Little League, Summer Ball, the Beach, work, Errol, biking, work, running and literally, just a little fishing. Time for fishing was so limited that I made the most of the time and enjoyed the moments. Rather than capture digital images of my fish porn, I decided to make note of the images the old fashioned way - memory.<br />
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I have found that I am less and less into all the technology that surrounds me. I'm to busy trying to remember where my cell phone is or if the camera battery is charged. These many months have allowed me time to just let things happen around me and to take from those experiences whatever may come.<br />
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While my fishing was limited, I had some GREAT nights on the Farmington River, alone, under the night sky, illuminated only when moving in the water or tying on a new fly. The sensory rush was amazing and night dry fly fishing become a new obsession - albeit on a time permitting basis.<br />
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Early in 2013, I as the recipient of my brother's old Bianchi bike and indoor stand. It was that gift that set me down a new path, one that I jumped into with the same enthusiasm with which I once tackled fishing. I was riding often, in the basement, during the winter months. Spring allowed me to begin to ride on the road and local bike trails. Riding had never been my thing however, now, I was seeing some serious benefits. I was losing weight and eating better. After riding for a bit, I decided to give running another chance. Running, always a favorite of mine, had become an issue due to some knee problems. Riding had strengthened my legs and the first runs were short and easy. I found that I could run pain-free. Fortunately, I was also motivated by a friend who had started running a few months earlier and was on his was to some serious weight lose.<br />
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Now, down 34 pounds, with several legitimate 5K road races and the ING Hartford Marathon relay under my belt, I am pounding the roads and trails often. You go through childhood with more energy than you know what to do with, not realizing that the cup actually has a limit. In my 20's I could still get away with not exercising and still " keep up ". After kids, I realized I was just fat and lazy. I had grown very comfortable. With no vices, other than food, I indulged. The weight certainly goes on easier than it comes off. However, I have found that I take a strange pleasure from a good sweat...a bike ride that leaves me winded or a run that ends with me doubled over in recovery.<br />
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These last months were a time to get off the sidelines and get back in the game. Fishing has been and will always be an escape that many cannot understand. However, I found that, after exploring many new and old habits alike, that I had been living in a shell of my 5wt, chest pack and waders.<br />
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So, while the posts will begin again, they will be much more varied in content. I thought about letting the Weary Angler go silently into that goodnight. Rather, I will keep it alive as was originally envisioned...a venue for all things life with some fishing thrown in for good measure.<br />
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Tightlines!Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-18543204875618541552013-01-18T17:50:00.000-05:002013-01-18T17:50:16.902-05:00Made in the U.S.AI've always been a strong proponent of buying locally and buying made in America products, well, with the exception of cars, but that's another story. Also, as I've gotten older, I've realized that you really do get what you pay for.<br />
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This past week, I have had 2 superior experiences with repair issues from Simms and Hatch.<br />
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Christmas 2011 found a pair of Simms Rivertek Boa wading boots under the tree. I could not have been happier as I really love this pair of boots. I wore them often throughout 2012 and the provided the comfort and ease of use that I wanted in new boots. By know means did I wear them an excessive amount but it was often. I went to pull them on this past December, for a little cold weather fishing, and was disappointed to see the stitching had come apart.<br />
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I contacted Simms customer service department and explained the problem. The gentleman was very helpful and stated that there was an issue with the stitching in the boots early on in production. He suggested I return the boots for first hand evaluation and he would see what could be done. I sent the boots off and, within days, heard back that Simms would be replacing the boots with a new pair as this was a manufacturing issue. Kudos to Simms for making the entire process seamless, no pun intended. In my mind, service like this justifies the price of the boots. I have now dealt with Simms on wader and boot issues and have been thoroughly pleased with the outcome each time.<br />
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Happily, I can report a similar outcome with the repair of a Hatch reel. I purchased a 4 Plus reel early last year and was truly impressed with the overall quality and feel of this reel. One afternoon, after a trip to the river, I was cleaning some gear and making room in the trunk and I dropped the reel my asphalt driveway. Yep, it did not end well for the reel. The frame was bent and the spool would not spin smoothly. I knew I was in for it this time...clearly my bad.<br />
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For a couple months, I buried the damaged reel in my office and moved it from spot to spot around my desk, perhaps thinking that wishful thinking might magically repair the reel. Well, the angling fairy never materialized so I contacted Hatch in early December. I dealt with Andrew Dickinson and he suggested I return the reel for evaluation. A couple weeks passed and Andrew phoned with his findings...now, bear in mind that I told Andrew exactly how the reel was damaged - this was clearly my doings.<br />
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Not only did Andrew repair the reel, he upgraded to internal drag mechanism and even repainted the paint / enamel on the reel. He clearly went above and beyond the call. Now the kicker...he did not charge me anything for this service. To say the least, I was blown away by his service and attention to detail. Again, service like Andrew's justifies the price of the reels and provides a measure of comfort for the user.<br />
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Now, if I could just find the time to get out and use the great products I would be a happy man!<br />
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Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas!<br />
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May your holidays be full of good cheer, good friends and good food.<br />
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-64477385573069784962012-12-21T10:19:00.001-05:002012-12-21T10:19:25.948-05:00Sometimes it's about the journey.A recent day found the stars aligned and I was able to make the short ride to the Farmington River for some fishing. Blue skies, no winds and temperatures warm enough to make the fishing enjoyable.<br />
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This was my first trip out since breaking my leg 6 weeks ago and I was, to say the least, very tentative as I waded around. The mild day found many other anglers on the water so, as I am prone to doing, I wandered around, looking for waters left alone by others. I wanted to fish, I wanted to not worry about splashing to much if I stumbled in the water and I wanted to reflect. Today, there were no fish brought to net and no fish porn images will make there way to this entry - mostly because I did not catch any and had forgotten to recharge the camera battery. Even though I have been cleared by the doctor to get back into action 100%, with the warning of " Just don't be stupid", I tied the boots extra tight, made sure not to forget the polarized lenses and stepped gingerly over every rock I encountered.<br />
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Perhaps I was paying to much attention to where I stepped and not enough to the stretches of water I fished. I went to a couple of "go to" locations as it's been about 2 months since I had a bend in the rod. Everything looked right, my knots were tight, my sighter was coiled and I felt good. Or did I?<br />
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As much as I was right where I wanted to be, at that moment, I felt overwhelmingly preoccupied.<br />
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The thought of 20 small children and 6 brave adults continued to waft in and out of my mind. As a Connecticut resident and father of 2 young boys, the tragic circumstances of 12/14/12 have left a deeper wound than all similar acts of the past. Like many, I have spent time trying to make sense of what has happened and, like many, I cannot.<br />
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So this day, as I stand knee deep in cold waters, I am not disheartened by the absence of fish as I now they are still in the water. I am saddened by the lose of 26 individuals and the burden that will now be carried by their loved ones. May these young children, now resting, look after their parents and siblings and may we not forget those lost on this very sad December morning.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-15236563923115481782012-11-21T16:18:00.000-05:002012-11-21T18:37:33.116-05:00Thanksgiving and a great year of fishing.I am not sure if it's a function of aging, maturity, sentimentality or a bit of each as I find myself taking stock of what I am thankful for this past year. It would be very easy to be somewhat cliche and state the obvious, being thankful for my family, health and good friends however, given the state of, well, everything, these last few years, my thanks are much more direct.<br />
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I am fortunate to have my job, in a time when way to many people are unemployed or under-employed. I appreciate the fact that my children want for nothing. I don't mean this is lavish or spoiled sense rather, if they have a need, we are able to provide for that need. Each night, after putting them to bed, I walk out of their rooms thankful for flannel sheets and heating oil as they drift into slumber. I am thankful that some of my most difficult decisions in 2012 have been trying to decide what water to fish or which rods to take out on any given trip to the water. I have not been faced with the dilemma of which bill gets paid this month and which one goes past due.<br />
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I have had the good fortune to love and be loved, unconditionally, by my wife, a very tolerant women, 2 amazing young sons and 2 ridiculously crazy labradors.<br />
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I am thankful for the amazing places that I fished in 2012. The Farmington, Housatonic, Delaware, Battenkill, Umbagog, Androscoggin. Single words, places that I am grateful to have the opportunity to visit.<br />
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This year also provided an opportunity to fish with a good friend who, sadly, I do not get to hang out with nearly enough these days. I keep telling him and his wife that Connecticut isn't really much different than New Hampshire and there are 2 houses in my neighborhood, for sale, that they would love. Strangely, they aren't buying what I'm selling. Having spent almost 10 years living in New Hampshire, I can't say as I blame them.<br />
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I am thankful for some time spent alone, on the water. Alone without a single thought passing through my semi-cluttered head. Alone with only the sound of rushing water and the occasional curse word that resulted from a missed take.<br />
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As this holiday approaches, take a moment to sit back and consider what you are truly thankful for and how fortunate we really are each day. To those of you who come across this post, I wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving and, should you sneak out and fish this weekend, tightlines!<br />
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-44040852105207378762012-11-18T06:52:00.000-05:002012-11-18T09:32:37.206-05:00Missing in ActionNot quite a month ago, I sat and typed an entry to the blog. While not fishing related, I did not envision this entry being the last entry that would appear for almost 30 days. Sadly, I have not done any fishing over this same period of time and it's amazing how life gets moving and you have a tough time finding the opportunity to do things you enjoy.<br />
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In the midst of all the normal activities that take place in one's life, somewhere along the line, I managed to break my leg. The initial prognosis, form the ER docs, was not good and I was starting to come to grips with the possibility of spending the next 3 months in a cast. Fortunately, my visit to the Orthopedic specialist softened my worry and the official diagnosis was much less severe. While still having broken a bone, I was lucky enough to have not broken the weight bearing bone, the tibia. Rather, I have a break of the fibula, at the top, by the knee.<br />
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Most of the discomfort comes from the connective tissue that aids with stabilizing the knee. I guess this mechanism was not made to bear the weight of multiple pieces of sheet rock. So when the secondary diagnosis was made, I nearly leapt of the table as I was told that no cast would be needed and I would be able to wean myself from the crutches over the next 10 days or so. The break will require somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 to 6 weeks for initial healing - that I can deal with. In the meantime, I get my fill reading stories of other anglers pursuit of chrome on distant waters, enjoying images of a freshly cooked venison from a recent hunt and looking at pictures of local browns caught by a friend while roll casting from the banks. Hmmmm, roll casting from the banks...I think I see some possibilities brewing.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-40547657527689817782012-10-25T09:09:00.000-04:002012-10-25T09:09:03.335-04:00Pleasantries.Through my recent travels, I have often found myself wondering what has happened to the simple pleasantries of a good hand shake, the idea of looking someone in the eye when you speak with them and the concept of eating a meal without being buried in a phone or computer.<br />
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I am most disheartened by the disappearance of the handshake. Don't get me wrong, the handshake is still widely in use however, what passes for a handshake is what concerns me most. My wife looked at me, with that odd look only a wife can give, a couple years back when I started to show my boys how to shake hands. I continue to reinforce this concept to them every chance I get. This greeting should be firm yet not overbearing, it's not a contest of strength. However, I believe a proper grip can tell you a lot about a person and, conversely, a soft shake reveals the same. During this exchange, eye contact is necessary. Look the person in the eye, don't be distracted or let your gaze flounder. I am so tired of soft, weak handshakes with people whose hands tell me they have never done their own yard work. I have much more respect for a calloused hand.<br />
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Again, show some respect to others when they are speaking to you and look at them. All to often, I have sat in meetings and been speaking to a particular person only to have them bury their head in their IPad, charts, graphs or notebook. Hey, I'm over here...you may be much better at multi-tasking however, I took them time to prepare, you should take the time to look at me while we meet and, at least, let me think you are listening.<br />
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When I travel, I am a creature of habit. I stay at the same hotels, drive the same routes and usually order room service for breakfast and dinner. Recently, I have taken to going out, alone, for these meals and I am amazed at how many solo diners are buried in a computer of spend the entire length of a meal talking on the phone. What's happened to being able to sit down for dinner and savor a nice glass of Cabernet at the end of a long day? Aside from the fact that I think it's just downright rude to be on the phone in a restaurant, don't you want to enjoy that meal? Are you really able to taste what you are consuming or are you simply eating out of pure necessity?<br />
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As a society, we owe much to progress however, I put the cell phone, smart phone, IPhone or tablet into a different category. There are some real benefits to these devices however, the drawbacks outweigh the good. Is conversation becoming a lost art? Handwriting? Love letters? Birthday cards? The list is really endless when you begin to think of all that is changing as a result of "progress".<br />
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What else will be gained or lost as we continue to move forward?Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-27690304231736994352012-10-19T16:07:00.001-04:002012-10-19T22:01:24.489-04:00In the downpour.For the longest time, to me, a beautiful day was sunny skies and moderate temperatures. While I enjoy the colder months, at the end of the day, I could really do without them and I would rather live out my days in fall like weather.<br />
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Recently, I have been reconsidering what really constitutes a beautiful day. Today allowed me to look at beauty in an entirely different light or, in this case, fog. Due to events beyond my control, work, kids, travel, work, more work - see the pattern?? - I have not been on the water much in the last 3 weeks. Waking this morning to a steady downpour, I decided this would be the morning to get on the board for October. Throwing on my Simms G3 jacket, I grabbed two rigs and headed out the door. While I prefer fishing in the basking warmth of sunshine, I have to say I cannot recall a day that I have enjoyed more than today. Fishing was consistent, not great but steady. The rainfall varied from a gentle mist to all out downpours. There was something eerily calming about the rain coming down around me and the beads of water that dropped from the brow of my ball cap.<br />
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It was nice to see the water levels creeping back up to more respectable levels and I began nymphing a run that was again flowing well. This run produced Rainbows that keyed in on the large bottom bouncing green caddis anchor that was rolling deep.<br />
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After nymphing for a bit, I decided to chuck some streamers for a bit. I was successful in drawing some fish out to play but not as fortunate to actually hook one. At any rate, it's good to know where the fish are holding. However, I believe that my streamer techniques need some work. I wandered a few hundred yards around the bend to another run I had not fished before today. A couple drifts and a brown found its way to the net.<br />
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This is where things began to get a little interesting. This run continued to give up some cookie cutter browns and I continued to take what was offered. Three steps upriver, that's all it took and I was into a brown of epic proportions. This fish put a bend in my rod like no other fish I have ever been into on the Farmington or elsewhere for that matter. Let's just say I proceeded to handle this fish like Tony Romo handles the football when the game is on the line...I lost it.<br />
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Rather than try to horse this fish in and get him over my net, I let him make a couple runs and tried to finesse this guy to the side of the river. I managed to bring him about 5ft from me and got a glimpse of the leviathan that I was certain was going to gracing the blog. The only thing I managed to snap was the knot in my anchor as he was now gone. I'm not really one to cry or curse over a lost fish however, I made an exception in this case...no curses just some out loud ranting about my poor attempt to land this one. I gathered myself, wiped the <strike>tears,</strike> I mean raindrops, from my eyes and moved a few yards further upstream. Here I was able to witness another brown, 18"+ that completely breached the water 4 times. Knowing that my efforts would be futile, I enjoyed the show rather than cast to this jumper.<br />
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The G3 jacket provided comfort from the rain and I was able to carry 2 fly boxes, a camera and some other assorted tools very easily. The fit is just right and I especially like the velcro cuffs as they kept the rain and water out.<br />
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I purchased a second pair of Simms waders for my birthday this summer and recently sent my original pair back to Bozeman for some repairs. A truly seamless and simple process from mailing to estimate to return. All by email and in a timely fashion, what more can you ask for. This was my second experience with Simms customer service and I was, once again, very satisfied. It's nice to be able to support an American made product and company who seems to have their act together.<br />
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As I continue to clear off the dust that gathered on the nymphing rig due to a summer of re-aquainting myself with dry flies, I find that I need to dust of my seemingly diminished skills as well.<br />
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Recently, I had a short window to hit the water and decided to venture to spots along the Farmington that I had only driven by in the past. There are days when I just need a fix and head to areas that I know to be productive. However, this was a day where I wanted to test myself. Overall, the fishing was a bit tough. Each of the areas I hit was productive but not to the degree that I really would have expected. Early on, the fishing was about missed bumps and finding a groove. Once I was into fish, they seemed to be mostly cookie cutter browns on the 12-14" range.<br />
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Fish took tiny Strolis DT nymph or a tiny Bead Head Prince. After awhile, it all came back and, once I remembered to look for over-hanging trees before I cast in a new area, I was back in steady action. Once again, the best fish of the trip came from some medium speed skinny water. This spot was new to me and the area that looked to be productive was a short run that you would take no more than 5 to 10 minutes to work. As I worked from the bottom up, I cast into a shallow area and my sighter was very close to the surface. The sighter was so close, I could see the flash of a nice size fish slide from his holding spot to take my fly. By far, the best bend of the day as we battled for a moment and brought this beauty to net.<br />
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I am still amazed at the fish that sometimes come from such a small amount of water and the tiny size morsel they are after as they move for a crumb of a fly.<br />
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I ended this quick foray with a little dry fly action to a pool of sipping browns whose sole purpose was to torture me and possibly make me go blind. I threw everything at these few fish, who were not put down by my continued casting. I started looking around the water nearest me and could not see anything buggy floating nearby. So I followed my new dry fly philosophy - when all else fails, go small. Now my hands aren't mitts by any means but even I had a hard time with the little sz 24 BWO emerger that I tied onto the end of my line. First cast, missed the immediate take. Second cast and I was right on this guy. Frankly, I was hoping this would be a larger fish as the sipping was slow, deliberate and gave the appearance of a larger fish. Not today...<br />
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-109217848984125492012-09-23T12:16:00.002-04:002012-09-23T12:16:42.122-04:00PromiseYesterday morning brought the promise of a new day. After a great practice on Friday night, I was confident my soccer team would would be a bit more competitive than previous weeks games...we were, we only lost 6-1, which is better than the 2 prior games as they were shutouts. I don't mind the kids losing the game as I really believe the activity should be more about learning and fun at this age. What I do mind is when the kids give up on themselves. Getting drubbed 3 weeks in a row will do that to you...it did it to me. I was in a fairly foul mood after our game and, after a lazy afternoon, turned to the water for relief.<br />
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Again, everything looked promising as I pulled into a favorite spot for some dry fly therapy. An empty stretch, higher water than in recent weeks and bugs in the air. Perhaps I should have taken notice that there were virtually no rising fish. Oh well, let's do some prospecting. After all, doesn't the Farmington have something line 3000 or 4000 fish per mile?<br />
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The bugs that were around were tiny, so I decided to tie on a larger attractor and cast blind to on the foam lines and to other areas that looked good. Let's blame the rust that had built up on my reflexes for not having been on the water in almost 4 weeks as I missed takes for about an hour. Fish were not actively rising however, they did make themselves known if the meal looked attractive enough for their effort. I walked up an down this pool for quite awhile and could not buy a hook set. As it was about 40 minutes from dark, I decided to walk downstream and cast to the tail of some slightly faster water.<br />
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It was in this location that I had my Captain Ahab moment ( hour really ). I noticed a couple of fish steadily rising to the far bank near a protruding tree limb. I cast to this location for the better part of 45 minutes, missing take after take. I truly thought I would have put these fish down after the first few misses however, they must have been very confident in my lack of ability at that moment as they kept rising and refusing my offerings. Rather than walk away, I let the Irish in me prevail and I stayed and tortured myself. All things considered, it could have been worse. This was a good opportunity to practice casting to a tight area and working on good drifts. Once I decided to move upstream, things went from bad to wet. I locked my ankle between a couple good rocks and was in water over my waders before I knew it. I regained my balance, after a course of obscenities and began to walk again only to take another header that was just as deep as the first. Soaked, I had to laugh at the mojo of the day being totally off and, as I took stock of the situation, decided to call it a day before I tempted fate one to many times.<br />
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For me, this is one of the many joys of fishing. No matter how slow the fishing or how bad the tumble, I have never walked back to my car in a worse frame of mind than when I began my journey.Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-54726903928689268232012-09-21T16:43:00.000-04:002012-09-21T16:43:15.506-04:00M.I.A.Sadly, another prolonged absence from one of the things that helps keep me sane and grounded. The Weary Angler has been just that lately...weary. Crazy amounts of work travel, coaching soccer and countless projects around the house and yard are keeping me from the water. I guess the low flows haven't made me feel to bad as I have only been out once in the last 3 weeks.<br />
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Yep, I broke my own rule of, no more than one large project per year. I don't like owing anyone anything, especially money. In this case, the fellow that finished our basement gave me such a great price to do a master bathroom / walk in closet addition that I would have been crazy to walk away from the project. My only contribution, aside from writing the checks, has been to paint the exterior of the new space. Not sure what I was thinking. I should have just spent the little bit more to have someone paint the damn thing but no, frugality got the best of me. The outside of the project is now complete and we are beginning to tackle the interior...fun fun fun.</div>
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Fishing, what fishing? When you have piles of cut tree trunks stacked in various spots of your back yard, from a storm that occurred about a year ago, you need to find the time to split that would.</div>
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This pile is over 6ft high and, easily 10 feet wide and will double in size before I'm done. Fishing you say...maybe soon. Last year's surprise storm left me with what will likely be in the neighborhood of 8-10 cords of wood once it's all split. With oil over $4 per gallon, I wish I had split more of this wood sooner to allow it to dry out so I could burn this year...oh well.<div>
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-11984911031810467762012-09-11T16:46:00.002-04:002012-09-11T16:46:36.032-04:00Remembrance.Driving down I95, I was headed to an appointment in Cranston RI. I had been listening to the Howard Stern Show when the first comments were made about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. Initial reports seemed to indicate that a small plane, perhaps a Cessna, had crashed into WTC, building 2. For whatever reason, I did not change the station , thinking that this was an unfortunate situation, not an act that was going to change the face of our being for years, perhaps generations, to come.<br />
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Normally, a completely irreverant man, Howard Stern took on a very serious tone as this situation developed of the course of the early morning. I was just south of Providence when the gravity of the situation began to hit me. Still, having grown up not knowing an attack on US soil, or even a war that the United States was involved in, I thought this was a tragedy but not to the degree that was unfolding.<br />
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At some point during the car ride, I called my wife, at her office, and told her to get to a television. I decided to turn around and head home, foregoing the day's plans. Like most American's, I spent the remainder of the day and the next couple of days, glued to the television set. <br />
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For the next 10 years, I made it a point to not schedule travel to New York on September 11th. Not out of fear but rather respect. Respect for those whow ould be coming into the city for memorial services that will continue for years to come.<br />
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Today, I find myself working in New York. I purposely scheduled appointments that would keep me out of Manhattan. However, as I drove to my second appointment, in Bayside Queens, I was taken on a path that provided a direct view of the new World Trade Center Tower out my driver's side window. I could not help but think of that day and all of the people who were, and still are, affected by this infamous day. <br />
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I do not directly know anyone who lost their life that day. I do however think of Ray Metz every 9/11. Ray was a friend of my brother's and he left behind a wife and 2 young girls. Undoubtedly, Ray went to work oblivious to the what the day had in store. I had met Ray a few times at various family functions at my brother's place. I can recall seeing his daughters playing with my niece's. One can only hope his and all of the families impacted will, one day, find peace.<br />
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Where were you? So we may always remember.<br />
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-10558185063434478902012-09-05T21:50:00.002-04:002012-09-05T21:50:41.897-04:00Smoke & MirrorsIn the course of my days, I travel near and far, meeting with people from all social strata and walks of life. Many years ago, I made a conscious decision that I would keep my religious and political opinions to myself. I don't believe these to be good topics for anyone other than family or friends.<br />
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During the course of my travels today, I found myself visiting an account owned by someone who has become a good friend of mine over the years. I was not far from home and, as he was fairly busy, I had to wait for a bit. Mike's store was full of people who were looking to sell their gold and silver. For those of you who have missed the billboards and signs promising " the highest prices paid", precious metals prices have been skyrocketing for the last 24 months. For a solid hour, I people watched. Young men selling their gold bracelets, the executor of an estate looking to turn a deceased person's heirlooms into cash and, an elderly couple selling their silver flatware. This bothered me most of all.<br />
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This is a scene that has been playing out all over the country for the past several years. I will paint the remainder of my thoughts with a broad brush as I don't believe my concerns to be a Party issue, rather, a deep seeded concern for my future and that of my children.<br />
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Our society has not recovered. To many small towns and back road places continue to struggle and these same places appear to be important only when they serve a political purpose. I watched and listened to people selling heirlooms in order to support themselves. This day to day existence is not a punch line for a political speech, a lightning rod to rally constituents around. This is the life for far to many people living in our country today.<br />
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Many of my personal beliefs are rooted in eras long gone. I am an old fashioned gent in a young man's body. I believe you should open the car door for your wife. I believe in hard work and persistence. I believe that it is my responsibility to provide for my family. I believe that kids should settle differences in the school yard, after the bell rings. I believe that at the end of the day, your quality of life should not come down to selling what you cherish to make end's meet. I am frustrated. Frustrated and concerned for the future. As a whole, we are not better off than we were four years ago. I don't believe this is something for which one person can be held accountable. Perhaps I worry to much? Yes, I do worry - the worry of a father with young boys, the worry of a 20 year mortgage, and yes, the worry of to little water in my favorite river. I worry that I will shortly be reading an obituary for the Middle Class. I worry that the political divides in our country will continue to grow and the path toward renewed greatness will move further into the horizon.<br />
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I wonder if introspection is also something that comes to you as you age. Maybe it's not the age but the children. Whatever it is, it helps me stay grounded, appreciative and thankful for what I have been given and earned.<br />
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Supposedly derived from the Abenaki word for shallow waters, we returned to Umbagog Lake for the first time in almost 10 years. On prior trips, my wife and I stayed at one of the remote campsites managed by the Parks Department for the State of New Hampshire. This trip, we decided to rent a house on the lake and enjoy the additional amenities not afforded to those at the remote sites...not that I missed the pit toilet.<br />
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Nowadays, I often find that places change so frequently that they seem to have a different flavor each time I return. I was very pleased to see that the lake and its surroundings had not changed, at all, since my last visit.<br />
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We arrived at our rental house late Saturday afternoon and I must say, I was blown away. Having booked hotels or houses in the past, somehow the images of the places always look better online. This house blew away my expectations and in no way did the images do justice to the actual home.<br />
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As the boys and I were a bit anxious to unpack the most important gear first, our fishing rods, I climbed on to of the tire, threw open the cargo carrier and tossed the gear to my two willing helpers. We immediately headed down to the dock and I tied on some Rooster Tails for the boys to toss into the lake. No joke, my oldest's first cast and he was into a beauty.<br />
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Sadly, I must admit that I did not remove a fly rod from the comfort of its tube the entire trip. Spin rods ended up being the order of the day. While I really wanted to sneak away and locate some quality North Wood's riffles and cast for a few hours in solitude, I decided that the looks on my boy's faces as they nailed fish after fish was something I could not miss out on this trip. We had rented a small motor boat from the homeowners and trying to manage 3 or 4 people spin fishing simultaneously was challenge enough.<br />
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A trip to local outpost, L.L. Cote, in Errol NH, provided us the opportunity to stock up on lures for the week. The gentleman working the fishing department took plenty of time to explain the various lures and show us what was reported as being hot in recent days. As I snuck out with a bag of lures, that required me to hide the bill from my wife, the boys were giddy with excitement to use lures they had chosen for themselves.<br />
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Days were spent fishing, hiking, fishing, swimming, fishing, boating, fishing and fishing. Did I mention that we managed to sneak in some fishing during the week. After a few days, my better half even got into the action and landed a few on her own. My youngest took home the prize for the 2 largest fish of the week. When I fish with the boys, if they hook up, they are one their own. It's their job to reel in their catch - how else ya gonna learn? So Nate lays into a decent fish and his little spin rod is bending to a point that am I not sure how it survived and yet, I resisted the urge to help him reel in his prize. I played net man and coach as I instructed him how to get the fish nearer to us and in range of my net. I'll let the picture finish the story.<br />
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As it was only our second day, Bear was not ready to hold the fish for his money shot, that took a few more days...we continued to fish for the remainder of the week and caught more than I could count...<br />
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The Great North Woods remains on of my favorite places. The ability to hop of the grid, not have a cell phone signal and really, not see many other people for a week was just what the doctor ordered.<br />
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I have had the good fortune to travel to many places across the globe and have yet to find a sunset that can rival Umbagog.<br />
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As we have now decided to make this an annual trip, I can only hope that the change that permeates our lives continues to bypass these shallow waters. Special thanks to Bob and Donna Folsom, the kind folks who allowed our kids the run of their beautiful rental home.<br />
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Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-53956018964227482932012-08-16T15:03:00.001-04:002012-08-16T15:03:23.365-04:00One turning 1Wow, I almost missed the day. I knew that I started this project about a year ago and only realized over the weekend that August 16th would mark 1 year of The Weary Angler.<br />
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Looking back over some of the entries, especially the early ones, before I had any direction, I am reminded of so many other events that occurred over this time period. I was never much of a journal person growing up and didn't often write stuff down. I guess I've found it much easier to sit in my office, at home, and take some time to reflect on things I choose to blog about on a regular basis.<br />
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I thank all of you who have stopped by and to those of have commented on posts over this past year. I'm starting to consider what I would like to blog to become as I enter year 2. With the low water and warm temperatures of late, I haven't had much of an opportunity to fish as is evidenced by the lack of entries. I have however, had many thoughts that might have made for some good reading had I decided to sit down at whack away at the keyboard.<br />
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I've decided these next 12 months will be about everything and anything. Whatever strikes me at any given time may become fodder for the blog. Fishing will still remain a primary focus however, I hope to incorporate more gear reviews, travel stories, family exploits and commentary on daily life.<br />
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So, thanks again for stopping by and I hope you continue to visit and enjoy the trials and tribulations of The Weary Angler.<br />
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~ Steve ~Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-46730910151474948642012-08-07T20:58:00.000-04:002012-08-07T20:58:12.839-04:00In need of some rain.Having spent the weekend reacquianting myself with my log splitter, I decided to make the 5am run to the river before heading off on a 2 day work trip. I was optimistic when I walked out the front door and was greeted by a cool crisp pre-dawn morning. <br />
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Having not even passed the river in over a week, my optimism quickly faded as I was blown away by the water levels in some of my favorites spots. I opted for some of the deepest water I could find and sporadic rises greeted me as I entered the water. I thought I saw some Tricos and, based on the very subtle sipping that was going on, I tied on a sz 20 Trico to my 7x leader and proceeded to miss the first bunch of takes that came my way.<br />
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I managed a couple of browns around 16" and, as I was removing the fly from the first one, I noticed that the fish appeared to feel warm. I decided to skip the photo op and get this guy back in the water as quickly as possible. I laid into the second brown pretty quickly thereafter and it was at that point that I just didn't feel like it was prudent to continue fishing so, I soaked in the cool and quiet of this fine morning and enjoyed the walk back to the car. I hope everyone out there exercises some smarts as they are out and about!Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-72938563741295500202012-08-01T00:42:00.002-04:002012-08-01T08:09:29.213-04:00Signs, signs, everywhere a sign...After a week away, I was itching to be standing, knee, deep, in some water. Given the current water levels, finding knee deep water isn't easy with many of my usual haunts running very low. I got the grill going at home a little earlier than usual and, after an early dinner, I was on the water by 6:00. I was surprised to see this stretch of water devoid of any other anglers. The bank offers some deeper water that was, no doubt, a little cooler that other areas.<br />
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Sign # 1 - most nights in this area and the rises are steady and there are enough willing playmates to make the evening very enjoyable. The recent rains and funky weather seem to have put the bugs off a bit. While there were risers, there was no detectable pattern and I was left to do a lot of prospecting. Whatever the fish were taking was microscopic and I just didn't have it in me to tie on anything smaller than a sz 18. So I went to the next best thing and tied up a big ol' ant with an orange indicator. This got me into some fish fairly quickly but it was still a weird evening.<br />
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Sign # 2 - after moving around this pool, plus or minus 150 yards in either direction, a beaver comes out of nowhere and starts cruising the pool. I've run into beavers before and, most often, they seem to have a purpose to them and swim on by and get on with their business so I can get on with my casting. Not this time and not this beaver. He, I'm assuming the sex, starts swimming up and back pretty close to my position and, at this point, I figure it best for me to retreat to the comfort of the bank and perhaps that will diffuse the situation.</div>
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I began my walk to shore, backwards and mindful of said beaver only to become a bit alarmed when he ramps up the speed and makes a beeline for me. All bets off and I am scrambling fast for the comfort of an elevated bank.<br />
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I wait it out for a few as it was getting to a point where moving to a completely different stretch of water was out of the question as dusk was fading. After a solid 20 minutes, my friend decides he has had enough and swims downstream not to be seen again.<br />
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Sign # 3 - I wade back into position and am immediately the target of a couple of massive dragon fly. Again, I been buzzed before but you would think I doused myself in dragon fly pheromones given the attention being paid to me. However, I ignored this sign as well and took up position.<br />
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Now, I know I'll have a hard time seeing anything so I decide to tie on a beautiful Wulff, around a size 6?, that I purchased from Eldredge Brothers Fly Shop in Cape Neddick, Maine. Great shop and I make it a point to visit every trip to Maine. This fly is truly a work of art - buggy, nicely sized and proportioned and just aching to become a meal to an unwitting brownie. After a couple tosses, to an area where I last saw rises before the moon rose, a strike! I worked the last brown of the evening to net and decided to call it a night. Happily, there were no more bizarre happenings this night and I made uneventful trip back home, all the while planning my next outing.<br />
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We lived in New Hampshire for about 10 years, mostly on the Seacoast and a couple of years on the Vermont border in a tiny town better suited to the Witness Protection Program than a family with infants. Our home on the Seacoast allowed us to be at the beach in 20 minutes and the mountains in about 90 minutes. We were spoiled. I've said it before, as much as I was born and raised in CT, New Hampshire is home and I feel like I am currently living in CT until the time is right to be back in NH.<br />
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We decided to take a rather convoluted path to our final destination to avoid the highways and the traffic that comes with summer weekends. We wound our way up 91, and hopped off just over the MA / VT border and began our trek across NH. Just outside of Keene, NH we began to see hot air balloons filling the sky. It was a beautiful evening and I imagine their view was spectacular. As we were about to round a bend, an oncoming car flashed their head lights and I instinctively slowed down as I expected a New Hampshire trooper to be waiting around the corner. Surprising, I was not greeted by the flashing lights of a speed trap. Instead, a hot air balloon had made an emergency landing just off the road...literally.<br />
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Our first week of vacation was spent in one of my wife's favorite haunts - Perkins Cove, Ogunquit Maine. We've rented the same house the last 5 years and I'm not sure who looks forward to this trip more, my wife or the boys. When we lived on the Seacoast, we lived about 30 minutes from Perkins Cove and made the trip numerous times each year, preferably when the tourists were not around. This trip has fallen into a bit of a routine - beach, pool, eat out, visit friends and buy Taffy - we'll get back to the Taffy later.<br />
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If you find yourself in "The Cove", I highly suggest Amore Cafe for breakfast. One of the week's specials was Irish Eggs Benedict, so good, I had them 4 days straight. I compliment Cafe Amore for a string on great morning meals and a wonderful wait staff. I thought, as we sat each morning, what a tough job they have to do. Waiting tables is tough enough and adding in the element of tourists makes it that much more difficult. Kudos to your staff for being up beat, polite and on top of their game!<br />
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Breakfast was followed by trips to the beach or walks on Marginal Way, a winding footpath that hugs the coastline. At the right time, you can hope off the path and explore the rock formations and pools left behind by the outgoing tide.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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While Maine isn't know for its beaches, the sands in Ogunquit are a gem. The beach has some unique geography as there is tidal river on the "back" side of the peninsula that provides warmer water temps than the sands directly on the Atlantic. At low tide, the receding waters leave pools that warm in the sun's rays and these provide a welcome respite from the shocking ocean waters. Low tide also provides a fun opportunity to looks for crabs. Having forgotten my net this year, this task was a little more challenging however, we still managed a bunch.</div>
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One overcast and drizzly day gave way to a road trip to the largest trolley museum in the country in Kennebunkport. The gentlemen who volunteer on the trolley rides and tell us tales of bygone days are ideally suited for their task. They talk with a fondness for trolleys as I might for a day on the Farmington River. Sadly, the organization survives almost solely on donations and many of the prized trolleys are housed, awaiting funds for restoration. </div>
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And, in typical tourist fashion, what trip to Kennebunkport would be complete without a drive by Walker Island, the Bush family compound. I'm pretty sure the clan was in residence based on the number of Secret Service clearly visible that day.</div>
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As I mentioned previously, our week in Perkins Cove involves trips to certain institutions, one of those being Goldenrod, at York Beach. Hands down, the best salt water taffy I have tasted.</div>
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All these places, that are now so cherished by my family, were common place destinations for us not to long ago. my wife and I spoke of how we didn't realize what a truly special place we lived in until these places became ones that were annual instead of monthly visits. Love where you live and, as much as I am not in love with CT, I need to find the hidden treasures that I am sure reside within this State. Already looking forward to next year...<div>
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I had planned to meet up with TROUT1 aka Pete to fish for a few hours. I arrived a bit before out scheduled time and fished a back channel below a popular pool. The back channel produced nothing for me however, as I was just about back at my car, I was walking above the river, on the bank, and noticed a fair amount of good sized fish close the edges. The water was crazy clear and presenting a dry fly was a bit difficult. After spooking a few fish, I changed tactics and tied on a huge Double Humpy with a tiny PTBH dropper. This change in approach produced a few nice fish...the water was so clear, I could watch the fish approach and my only concern was setting the hook before the fish took the fly as my adrenaline kicked in with each pass.<br />
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After leaving this area, I headed to search for Pete. I found him at a place he has told me much about lately. I was truly amazed at a stretch of water he showed me as I fish right near this spot fairly often yet, I overlook this area as it appears to be pretty shallow. Foolish me! Yet again, I need to reinforce, to myself, not to pass by any water as the run that I thought was shallow has some great depth to it and Pete told me of his catches in this area in recent weeks.<br />
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I nymphed some of the faster water while Pete stayed above swinging wets and nymphing. I picked up a few small browns and this one beauty...<br />
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After a bit we switched to another spot as I anticipated the evening hatch and some dry fly action. Unfortunately, Pete had to take off and I moved to settle into a spot for a bit. Things started of very sloooooowwwww.<br />
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The action was not as steady as it has been and the hatch was not nearly as strong as it has been the past couple weeks. As darkness feel, I wandered downstream and cast, periodically, to some perceived rises as it was tough to tell at this point.<br />
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A nice Rainbow to net and, unfortunately, the colors were washed out in this image as it was really a beauty. Another good night for the books and my head is once again in balance. Thanks for the Gatorade Pete...I was dying at that point...Looking forward to hitting it with you again before the summer is over.</div>
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<br /></div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07961154957173091460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250759562068121843.post-50331692126742799882012-07-19T10:12:00.002-04:002012-07-19T10:12:45.241-04:00A night out.There are a few fishing forums where I participate with posts or comments about my fishing experiences. These forums remind me how fortunate I am to have such a wonderful tailwater fishery so close to home.<br />
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It had been about 10 days since my last run to the water and I was in need of a chance to wet a line. I spent a long day working in NY knowing that my evening would be spent knee deep in a productive pool of cool water. As I reminded myself that I did not need to set a land speed record to get back home, I pulled into the worn dirt patch and was surprised to see no other cars. Changing out of a suit on the side of the road while trying not to get said suit dirty is no easy task. Having accomplished this, I geared up, grabbed my 5wt and headed to the water. It was HOT! I was casting in some faster water with only beads of perspiration rolling down my face to show for my efforts. I decided to wander the stream side woods for a bit in hopes of cooling down in the shade. I'm always humored by the randomness of the items that I see as I hike along.<br />
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I understand that storm runoff and high water level lends to debris being strewn about the river and I could start a show store with the number of sandals and sneakers I have run across - even the occasional car bumper. However, the ladder in the photo above was perplexing. I looked up into the tree and there was nothing above the would suggest someone was climbing this tree. Who knows...</div>
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I wandered for a solid hour, observing the flows, checking out new spots and cooling off. I headed toward my final destination for the evening and again, nobody around. I was beginning to think I missed the memo that the River was closed for the day. </div>
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Over the last couple of years, in part due to my individual learning curve and also from fishing with some folks who have amazing skills, I have learned to look at all sorts of water and not neglect areas that I assume would not hold fish. As I crossed the river, I took a moment to blindly cast to an area near the far bank. Landing my fly just into a tiny foam line, the 3rd cast was taken. Strangely, this fish immediately made an upstream run, right in front of me and my hook became dislodged before I had a chance to reset. No worries though as this continued to reinforce the need to fish all waters.</div>
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As I carefully waded upstream, there were a few sporadic rises and, appearing on the opposite bank, a spin fisherman set up virtually across from me. Given that there was no one else around, I moved jsut downstream of him and settled in for a bit. Again, as the rises were sporadic, I felt like a sniper, attempting to pick off single targets as they appeared. I figured that this would be a difficult endeavor as the fish might be a bit more discriminating as they fed. Two false casts and a release to target...short drift...bam!</div>
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<br />Reload and acquire next target...a couple false casts, oh no...the dreaded belly...hold on just another couple feet...bam!<br />
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This fish was a pipe dream. A couple of rises, just feet from the far bank, behind a rock...a good 45 feet from my position. The fish were becoming more and more selective as the minutes ticked by however, I did notice my spin fishing partner having little luck. As he departed and wished me well, I wondered if things were shutting down for the evening.<br />
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It's grown darker and the rises have begun to increase in numbers however, I cannot key in to what the fish are taking. I went big, I went small, Attractors, Emergers, Spinners...nothing. I had fallen into my basketball philosophy...I never leave the court having missed my last shot. So here I was, total darkness, casting to picky fish. I tied on a sz 14 Adams Parachute and continued to cast away. Luckily some of the rises were close enough that I could still see my fly and after a number of passes, a solid take occurred.<br />
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This fish was a bully. I was not expecting to see what I ended up bringing to net as this was yet another surprise offered up by the Farmington.<br />
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Even as the fish neared my net, I was intrigued by the colors that were displayed. I knew it wasn't a brown but I did not expect this size brookie.</div>
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As I began my wade back to the car I felt as if I were passing through various micro climates. All at once, hot humid air would almost choke you and within a few yards, a coolness would roll in and you could see your breath as you exhaled before it was back to humidity. Amazing! All in all, an evening of lessons learned.<br /><div>
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This past weekend, we took a road trip with some friends and headed to Cooperstown. Our destination being one of those places that needs no introduction, the name of the town will usually suffice. Cooperstown, our link to tradition, days of old and the memories of our own youth...The Baseball Hall of Fame.<br />
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I wasn't sure if our boys are to young to even begin to appreciate the HOF however, it was worth the trip regardless. I hadn't been to the HOF in about 18 years and, happily, not much had changed. Our journey through the HOF began with a short multi media presentation and, if out time had ended after the presentation, I would have walked away happy. The "movie", while only 13 minutes, brought me back to my youth. The days of summer when you would leave the house at the crack of dawn with only the need to be within earshot for the dinner call. For me, these were days spent roaming the woods near my house and building forts with the neighborhood kids. We even had a sizable expanse of land where we did battle with the vegetation all summer in the hopes of crafting a ball field. This short movie really struck a chord and left me thinking about how much our times have changed. I understand that progress, in general, is good and that we must keep moving forward, I am one who longs for the past. Simpler times before computers and email, IPhones and GPS, video games and DVD players in cars. For God sakes kids...look out the car windows during a long ride, play punch buggy or count signs. By and large, I think kids today are at such a disadvantage when it comes to being kids. </div>
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The movie, having ended, allowed us to begin our walk through some of the most amazing artifacts of baseball history. One of the first baseballs, Hank Aaron's uniform from his historic season, balls gloves and hats from Don Larsen's Perfect Game.</div>
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Ok, can you tell I am a Yankees fan? Growing up south of Hartford, it was natural that you followed the Bombers. North of Hartford and you were a Red Sox fan. The tough part is, as a kid, you don't expect to find yourself living in the heart of Red Sox Nation during your adult years.<br />
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The Baseball HOF, in my opinion, is the best and most storied of the major sports HOF's. There is a simplicity to the building that houses our past and you can feel the un-bridaled youth that percolates from every corner of the town. Cooperstown feels like a place where it's ok to be a kid again.</div>
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Saturday was spent wandering through Cooperstown and on Sunday, we started the ride home with the thought of stopping at Howe's Caverns. Discovered 20 years before the Civil War, Howes Caverns is a network of underground caves, rooms and rivers. It wasn't the history that brought us to Howe's rather, a giant hamster ball was the siren's song that pulled us off the highway.</div>
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The hamster ball was discovered by our friends, the Murphy's, who were with us. This was just the sort of thing for 2 crazy Irish guys...sober no less. Now, bear in mind that these hamster balls were on the website and printed in the pamphlets placed at all the local hotels and businesses. We get there, ask some young teenager which way to the hamster balls, which was phrased in a more comical manner, and, much to our dismay, the hamster balls are still not ready. Apparently, it's been 2 years and they still are not ready. WTF, a bit misleading and at best, false advertising however, we decide to make the best of it and look around. In back of the facility was a cool ropes course that I figured I could do with my boys. There were 2 levels, approximately 20 to 40 feet off the ground. I paid the price of admission - we'll get back to that later - and we were off. I figured my 8 yr old might have a little issue with this as he is not into heights at this time. He was a trooper and made it through 2 obstacles before turning back. My little guy was a mad man. He willed himself through this course and overcame his concerns for the height...I could not have been any more proud of him than I was that day.<br />
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Having finished the ropes course, we decided to get some lunch before hitting the road and this leads me back to the price of admission so to speak. Now I don't mind paying a FAIR price for things however, pardon me for being crass, if I am going to get screwed, I would like some foreplay first. The climbing wall was the only thing that was reasonable. Lunch consisting of chicken nuggets, fries, a couple panini's and drinks - $56.00 - come on...not like a received a complimentary tube of KY with the check.</div>
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All in all, a great weekend and a brief trip back to days of my youth that seem so long ago. I am also a big fan of the movie and former television series M*A*S*H and this trip made me think of a line from the show...every so often, a psychiatrist, Dr. Sidney Freedman, would make an appearance and in one episode, when life was particularly stressful at the hospital, Dr. Freedman implored the camp to " pull down your pants and slide on the ice " and this is my parting request to you...do the same and have some fun this summer.<br />
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