Friday morning began with a picture of a trout from Pirate. “They’re eatin’ Bill,” his text said. “Get down here.” The clock on my work computer said 9:41 am. “I’ll be there in seven hours,” I texted back. The work day eventually passed, and I drove an hour to the pond in the bright, late […]
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March has been a lion all month. And she doesn’t look to be making her transformation to lamb anytime soon, if we’re going by what the weather folks have to say. There’s not been much fishing to be had recently. Holdover fishing–for both stripers and trout–has been slow. The weather, rain, snow, sleet, gale, power […]
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I went out Monday in search of the “other” holdovers that exist within our geographical fishing sphere–the kind that eat bugs and hooks dressed up to look like bugs (if tied correctly on a size 18 hook). Yes, I’m talking about holdover trout. We consider holdover trout the fish that survive between trout stockings. It’s not […]
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With whispers coming through the proverbial fishing grapevines that the stocking trucks had begun their semiannual pilgrimage to the various kettle ponds on and off the Cape, I immediately began concocting plans to make my way down to one of these ponds with the fly rod, even if it meant breaking through a thin layer […]
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It’s March 1st, a Friday, and I called in sick, partly because I heard the ‘bows in one of the Cape kettle ponds had started to wake from their groggy sleepwalk, and partly because March 1st is generally the time of year in which I’d do anything to feel the tug on the end […]
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A fishing season has lots of firsts. There’s a pond by my parent’s house–more so a cranberry bog reservoir than a pond– that’s generally the site of a few season firsts. Some years back, on a warmish Sunday night in March, my Dad, my fiance and I decided to stop by the “Rock Pond” (we […]
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