That inflammatory title doesn’t refer to the fish — plenty of Micropterus dolomieu to go around — but rather to the number of big, classic Connecticut fly fishing rivers currently with flows in the triple digits of cfs.
While neither extreme is preferable, I really don’t enjoy fishing in low water. Like the Farmington, the Hous (96cfs, 75 degrees) is rapidly becoming a featureless rock garden. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like Hermine is going to give us even a temporary respite (I understand that going back to 2015, our state is at a 14-inch rain deficit). And so we carry on.
But enough of the negative waves.
Yesterday was a good day for a little father-sons wet-wading fly fishing for smallies expedition. Here are a few shots from Dad’s brag book.
Cam’s on! Cam says: “These things fight like little steelhead.”
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Gordo’s on! Gordo says: “Why do they keep jumping out of the water?” This smallie gave us two spectacular aerials.
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Today’s special: Crayfish. Half-off.
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I explored a part of the upper TMA that would be very difficult to wade at, say, 400 cfs yesterday. Got a couple of decent smallies on the ever-reliable brown wooly bugger and a couple more on a foam hopper. It was fun in a “let’s make the best of it” way.
Fun is good. God, we need rain.
Did you specifically hunt for smbass or was it catch as catch can?
It was a dedicated smallie trip. Of course, with water that low and warm, and us nowhere near thermal refuges, it would have been foolish for us to have been targeting trout. 🙂