Farmington River Report 5/4/15: In we go

Today was a rather nice day to fall into the river. A missed step. The current pushes you in directions you wish it wouldn’t. Balance is nearly recovered, then lost. Set on your ass, you feel that first shocking trickle that says the top of your waders have been breached. Standing up only makes it worse, because what was up now rushes down, and if you’ve worn old-school cotton/poly sweatpants instead of straight synthetics, the fabric acts like a giant cold water-eating sponge. Yes. From your waist down to your toes. And in front with the junk.

And that’s how I found myself kneeling on the banks of the Farmington River with my waders bunched around my ankles, backside pointing toward the heavens, hoping the the sun and the wind could do their thing right quick.

But, enough of my bathing habits. You will want to know about the fishing.

Aware of the sure thing that is the recently stocked upper TMA had me in a contrary, adventurous mood. Let’s see what parts elsewhere bring. Spot A was a bust. Nymphed. Not a touch. But I’ve never done well there, so perhaps disappointment is my lot. Plenty of bugs out. And a few Hendricksons at 11:30am.

Spot B was where I went for a swim. It’s also where I caught three trout on wet flies, all bruiser rainbows who declared in no uncertain terms that my intentions of landing them would be met with fierce combat. The genetic trait that compels them to leap is a marvel of nature. Steelhead in Connecticut, albeit on a miniature scale.

We could always call them “pearlescent trout.”

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Spot C was a bust, despite a solid Hendrickson hatch. No trout on all those mayflies? Really? Yes, so it would seem. Hard to believe. But I know when I’m beaten, so off I went to greener pastures.

Spot D. Many more of those H-bombs. Clusters of them blowing in the wind. And a few slashing risers that…I could not catch. I think that’s a first for me on this river (swinging wets over trout feeding on Hendricksons and not even getting a courtesy swipe). Finally, some love from a rather large juvenile Atlantic salmon.

I wish I could say I know for sure why there was so little activity on so many bugs. But I can’t. Good thing, though, because that means I need to perform some more intensive research. And soon.

It felt good to be fishing on the warmest day of the year. Even the wild flowers were glowing.

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8 comments on “Farmington River Report 5/4/15: In we go

  1. David Bennett says:

    Thanks for the really refreshing update. I hope tomorrow brings me an enjoyable day on the river.

  2. Alton Blodgett says:

    Steve,
    I can sympathize on the unplanned bath. I once did that first thing in the morning on a full day guided trip…on a rainy day. Oh well.
    Alton

  3. Phil says:

    Busted shin and broken pride for me as well. But it still a beautiful day to be on the “Farm”.

  4. Steve Rudolf says:

    Steve, swung wets on Sun, point bhpt #12, mid dropper Dark Cahill Wet #14, to dropper Squirrel and Ginger #12 (yes i read what you write 🙂 ) Took fish on all flies but the Squirrel caught the two largest.

    • Steve Culton says:

      It’s almost never a bad idea to have a size 12 Squirrel and Ginger as your top dropper this time of year. I’m so glad you’re having success. Way to go!

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