|Our Ride at days end.|
Housatonic Float With Paul and Glenn 05/08/11.
Well, much to the chagrin of my wife, I guided this Mother's Day. Trust me, I felt really really bad about it, and I owe her big time. I am very much indebted to her, she is a saint for putting up with my obsession. Enough of the small talk, lets get down to business. So Paul gets the email to meet at Cellar hole and I arrive to find Glenn all geared up and ready to go. After about a half hour the phone rings and it's Paul and he informs us he's at Garbage Hole wondering where we were. Glenn and I laugh and tell him to drive south, all in the meanwhile digging up the email and confirming Paul's mishap. No worries, he got some razzing for the day, but he made up for it as the day progressed.
|One of several by Paul|
|Glenn with one of his better bows|
|Paul's Tank Bronze back|
Part II. 05/09/11 Farmington Wade Trip with Eric And Chuck.
|A really robust football|
The next day brought me a pair of diehards who were driving up from the city, and we touched base earlier in the week, and from what Eric told me, they were both eager to hit some of our waters up here in Connecticut. So, Eric and Chuck roll into town from New York City, and we hit it off right from the start. These two guys have the fishing bug bad, and when I first witnessed Chuck's beat up GMC pickup with a custom built rod loft loaded up with two rods constructed by Eric, I knew these guys meant business. Eric forewarned me that Chuck may not be the prettiest of casters (not true), but he is an absolute fish magnet and would most likely catch the most and the largest of the day. Well, lets just say Eric knows his buddy well, as Chuck didn't disappoint, the first fish of the day was a 20+ inch breeder at the head of a more notable riffle.
|Eric In Full Concentration|
As the morning wore on the fishing continued at an alarming pace. We never moved from the same piece of water. From 8 AM till lunch it was ridiculous fishing. Now granted, there are a slew of new river inhabitants, and they made up the bulk of our catch, but we did manage a few nice holdover browns in the mix too.
The highlight of the day was coaching Eric through a really nice dry fly scenario with a gorgeous holdover brown who was sporadically garbage feeding on Hendrickson emergers and duns.
The afternoon started a little slower, but quickly picked up where we had left off as a result of the Hendrickson's hatching in good numbers. The Soft Hackle Hendrickson in tandem or with a rusty colored hares ear were the only two flies needed aside from the emerger for the surface feeding fish. We ended the day fishing 2 holes, and a great number of fish to the net, and two guys very happy with their results.
|Eric's holdover Emerger Eating Butter Belly|
|Chuck hooked up.|
|Eric Locked, a familiar site all day|
Not only were Chuck and Eric full of stories of fishing and laughter, they were great fisherman to boot.
Part III. 05/10/11 Floating The Housy, Part II of the Eric and Chuck Show.
Hoping to have nearly half the success we had the day prior, we figured on an early start as the boys needed to make the trek back to the city that night.
|Chuck with a fat bow|
|One of Eric's better bows|
As you can tell from the pictures it was quite the beach day, the sun never gave us any reprieve, and the fishing was a bit tougher as a result of it. We didn't see many caddis at all on our float, but I heard through the grapevine that in the evening they were everywhere, and one fish that was caught from a friend of ours was literally regurgitating green pupa, that's a good sign. Well we broke mid day for lunch, right on the shores of Pine Pool under the shade of a nearby tree.
|The view from our lunchtime perch|
|The New Gunslinger|