Saturday, October 3, 2026

Fall Guiding & Updates

 It's been a hot minute since I rolled out one of these. The last one I did was in June? Woooh boy, I'm a mess. But the fishing is pretty good. I guess I'll go over the summer's worth of work. 

Carp, carp, and more carp. Then some more carp. I put a lot of people on carp. Some regulars, some new guys... so many carp. Here's a small selection for you:

Dar's RI fully

Joey's not-a-bowfin

Connor's mop eater

Johny's 22 pounder

JK's dock demon

Hayden's first bubbler

Speaking of carp, if you're a freak for the Cyprinus like I am, it's going to be worth your while to check out United State of Carp. The first issue is soon to come, with an article by yours truly. It'll be a photo heavy publication, well styled as far as I can tell, and I'm looking forward to it and to working with Joel more in the future!

The carp are far from done for the year, of course. If you'd still like to get on some, especially if you'd like to learn late season tactics, there is time... basically until the waters freeze over, there's always a shot. But I'm ecxited for the change of season and the change of target that comes with it. CT's niche stocked salmon season is rapidly approaching. I anticipate DEEP to put the first of the season in very soon, I'd say any dat after October 15 is a guaranteed shot if you'd like to get a day on the calendar now. It'll be walk and wade only for a little while, until the water is up. 

This fall I'm also very keen on stillwater trout trips. This is something I've been doing more and more of myself and with friends, but its hard to convince clients to fish anything but rivers for trout. I find that crazy, honestly. Some of the best big trout fishing in the state currently is on lakes, not rivers. It just takes a fly angler leaving their moving water comfort zone a little bit. The rivers are there too, of course, and the Housatonic, Farmington, and Salmon will all offer great opportunities over the coming months. I've been on a dry fly bender as well, with no intention of letting up. 

As for the salt, at least for me, it's been a hot mess. My fall weakfish bite either didn't happen or just not when I was there. My clients have boated some fluke and had some shots at blitzing bass, some tailing dogfish, and a couple short opportunities at hard tails, but it has been really kicking my teeth in the few chances there've been to get out, for me. 


So, the freshwater fall agenda persists: there is still great carp fishing ahead, there is still great smallmouth bass fishing ahead, and the pike, salmon, and trout offer a plethora of opportunities I am thrilled to offer to my clients! 

Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, Collin, and James for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!


Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Rocks on the Bank

 I've fished every river mile of the Connecticut River from the Massachusetts border to the mouth at this point in my career, much of it extensively. Over the years I've taken note of how much of the bank structure, especially from Hartford to Haddam, consists of what would be considered non-native rock. Basically, non-native rock is any stone that originated elsewhere and was brought in. That can occur through natural alluvial or glacial processes but I'm specifically referring to quarries stone here, because there is a lot of it along the Connecticut. Being the artery of commerce, stone quarried nearby was often moved using the river. Some stone was also used to build landings and shore up banks. I'm more interested- at least in this context -in the history and origins of this stone than the impacts of it in an ecological sense. Of course putting rock along the edges of a stretch of river that flows otherwise through clay, sand, and gravel certainly does have consequences. I'm just a nerd here to talk about the history and geology of quarried stone in Central Connecticut because I think it's cool. 

The vicinity of the Connecticut River, especially around halfway down it's journey through Connecticut, just so happens to be through some of the most exploited geology in the entire state. A map of Bedrock Mines and Quarries of Connecticut, compiled by Robert J. Altamura and published by the Connecticut Geological and Natural History Survey in 1987, shows just how densely clustered quarries and mines are in the area of South Glastonbury, Portland, Middletown, and Haddam. This is owed to a clash of different geologic formations. The Eastern Border Fault divides sedimentary sandstones to the west from metamorphic formations to the east along the Bronson Hill Anticlinorium. This metamorphic rock- including the Collins Hill Formation, Glastonbury Gneisses, and the Middletown Formation -is intruded by numerous pegmatites. Pegmatite is a coarsely-grained granite formed by intruding magma that cools slowly underground. It can be rich in feldspar, mica, quartz, and beryl, all of which have been historically very important in industry. Feldspar can be used as flux in ceramics and glass making. Connecticut was the chief producer of feldspar in the country around 1908. Quartz is also used in glass making as well as timepieces, and beryllium can be used in electronics and aerospace technologies. The heyday of these pegmatite quarries has long since passed, but they dot the wooded landscape not far from the Connecticut River.  Some of this rock was moved via the Connecticut River, and some of it was left behind often as parts of the landings scattered along the banks. The discerning eye may even be able to parse which quarries this pegmatite came from simply by it's makeup. A minority of these pegmatites have lithium rich zones, denoted by the presence of minerals like cleavelandite, lepidolite, and elbaite. Bits of purple lepidolite and sugary white cleavelandite I found along the river bank one day, along with the proximity to the quarry itself, suggested I was likely walking on stone that had come from the Strickland Quarry or Schoonmaker Mine on Collins Hill. These piles of pegmatite are scattered about, mostly on the east banks with some on the west, from Glastonbury down to Haddam Neck. 


On other portions of the river , stone has been used in an attempt to bend the free spirit of her flow to our human whims. Where the float plain is broad and built up, as around Hartford, it is inconvenient to us how much the river really wants to wander, and how quickly in can do so. Here, the substrate has very little natural stone at all. It's all silt, clay, sand, and gravel deposits which the river can move about as it meanders. To stop such nonsense, we again took stone from somewhere else. One of the fairly common retaining walls I see in the are are ones constructed of brownstone. Most quarried in Portland, Connecticut, the brownstone is historically important, contributing to architecture in New York, Boston, Chicago, Washington, and other cities. The river was the artery this stone flowed from, but the stone is also now a sort of plaque that doesn't let the river do what it naturally should. 

The brownstone quarries in Portland operated fin one capacity or another from 1690 until the 1938 Hurricane flooded the open pits. Aside from providing the beautiful dark red-brown sandstone that you can still see in countless structures, the pits exposed the fingerprints of the past... very literally. The Portland formation, which as a whole is exposed in a number of locations in Central Connecticut and Massachusetts, contains occurrences of fossilized dinosaur footprints. Some of these were encountered and preserved in the Portland Quarries, many now on display at Wesleyan University. When you trod on Portland formation brownstone along the banks of the Connecticut River, you are stepping- at least sometimes -on the same layers of substrate that massive reptiles once walked through, albeit a little bit baked and morphed and millions of years older. If that doesn't give you a sense of awe, you're playing this whole game wrong. 


Newer to the river basin is what we colloquially call traprock. Geologically this can be diabase or basalt, what I see most along the Connecticut River is more commonly basalt and is a more recent fill compared to the stone I've discussed already, some of it visibly fresh compared to the brownstone and granite pegmatite. The history of quarrying traprock also leans toward the present, comparatively, though some operations in this state do date back into the 1800's. Basalt is still a very heavily favored aggregate. Hard, fine grained, and fracturing into angular, sharp stones, it makes idea railroad beds, raid grades, asphalt, and as fill. As opposed to rounded stone, a hard and angular stone pile holds it's shape far longer. These characteristics are a result of the stone's chemical structure. Basalt is formed by the rapid cooling of iron and magnesium rich lava. That quick cooling means the crystals are small. The minerals that make it up- plagioclase, pyroxene, and olivine, are similarly hard. Unlike granite pegmatite, whose crystals are large and of widely varying hardness and often breaks along the edges of individual crystals, basalt has far less defined edges along which to cleave. The exception is columnar basalt which breaks along fissures formed while the magma cooled, but even within the individual columns any further fractures are going to be irregular. Basalt quarried in Connecticut has kept a lot of commerce and travel from going tits up throughout the years. The same properties make for a bank fill that won't wash out easily. These, in my opinion, are the ugliest man made rock piles along the river. I am not a fan of them and will dwell on them no longer. Instead, here is an image of basalt in it's natural habitat to end this little journey through the geologic history of rocks that do now but didn't always adorn the banks of Connecticut's namesake river. 




Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!



Thursday, August 20, 2026

Granite State Brookies

 There's no consensus on why exactly the White Mountains are called the White Mountains. One theory is the granite that composes them, which is pale in color. That includes the white mountains. This is especially true in the places where water has gouged out the sides of these old mountains, leaving wide stream beds filled with light colored boulders. I don't think that's enough to call these mountains "white", but some people do. The streams that roll through this geology are cold and very clean, but they also lack nutrients. Granite doesn't lend much dissolved mineral wealth to water like limestone, sandstone, or even just sand or mud With low insect populations, and even lower baitfish populations, the trout that live in these streams don't have much to grow large on. Nor are they even particularly numerous. They are, however, beautiful wild fish that are often of the brook trout persuasion. And small fish have never been a massive dissuasion for me. 

Picking my way up these rocky, inhospitable landscapes with a four weight in hand and nothing but dry flies to throw, I leave complexity behind in favor of hard work for small fish. In many of these streams since distribution is relatively low and most of the fish are really tiny, it takes sorting through a lot of water to find just a handful of brook trout that exceed 6 or 7 inches. Some days, or on some streams, you simply might never see one that makes that mark. Other streams are a bit more prolific. But to me, part of the appeal is covering ground and checking streams off the list in my head. It's glorified hiking, with casts between steps. Exercise with a fly rod. The fish aren't a bonus though, the sunday simply wouldn't be a sunday without the fish. I wouldn't cover so many miles of stream if there weren't at least some promise of fish. 


As I progress as an angler, small stream wild trout fishing has become a much smaller part of the equation for me. A big part of this has been watching the decline in my home state. If you haven't blue-lined long, you probably haven't noticed it, but in the last 15 years I've seen it get so, so much worse, and it just feels wrong to continue to pursue fish that are under such immense strain. That means that pursuit which I love so much is now more relegated to when I can travel. That is a shame, because I do love it, but distance does make the heart grow fonder and perhaps I'd still be doing less of this type of fishing if I did live somewhere like Wyoming or Maine or West Virginia... I really can't say. 


All I do know is that when I watch a bejeweled native char rise to the surface in a crystal clear granite lined plunge pool, it rights some wrongs in my little world. 

Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!


Friday, July 17, 2026

Smoked Out (Photo Essay)

 Photographs taken in the Canadian forest fire smoke haze in Central CT, 15 July 2026. These have not been at all white-balance adjusted. This was the natural light. 











Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!

Thursday, July 2, 2026

Back to Basics

 I sat one recent early summer eve on the edge of a back channel of the Farmington River, patiently waiting for the bugs to get more plentiful while watching cedar wax wings flit around high in the sycamores and American red start shoot out to nab the trickle of light cahills that were already coming off. I've been reacquainting myself to a regular pattern of daytime fishing on the Farmington, a river for which there is little loved lost from this angler. I don't love that place the way I once did... the crowds, the clique scene of anglers, and the overly excessive percentage of larger stocked fish wore me down to where I just didn't have the interest at all anymore. But it has perhaps quieted down a tad in the last couple years and I needed to remind myself that I know how to enjoy trout fishing and can still get away from the crowd. Trout fishing is the only fishing I actually care to do on my own time with regularity anymore. I don't have the time to pursue the dwindling number of big striped bass, carp are what I fish with most of my clients, and I've seen so, so many bass. I really just want to fish light, simple, and very traditionally. I haven't even touched a streamer in a month. It's just dries and wets for me these days. 

This day, particularly, it had been a wet fly day. I had been working on the river before, a trip with fellow former striped bass guide Kalil who is just a gem of a person. I've had the pleasure of guiding him twice and both were excellent days. This particular one he'd taken some good fish on a swung leadwing coachman in relatively shallow, slick water under a high bright sun. The takes were jarring and the fish strong, the water still a very happy 58 degrees at the time even well below the dam. 

As I waited for the invaria hatch I expected to trickle off in that run as the sun set, I began to bore a little of the sitting and the birds... I'd given them more than an hour of my time already and my ass was a bit tired of the gneissose rock chair I'd chosen. So I secured a little partridge and hare soft hackle to my tippet and stood up to swing the head of the run. 


It wasn't long before there was a nice sharp pluck at the und of my line as the fly crossed a seem and a spritely little wild brown trout hooked itself. It was the most modest of fish, but handsome nonetheless, and I lifted it by the fly and let it wriggle off of his own accord. When I started fishing this river I was very pleased with a fish like this. In fact, I split my time between fishing large streamers looking for the biggest brown trout and fishing like I was this time, targeting wild brook trout. Wild brookies used to be far, far more prevalent in the river than they are today. I still find pockets of five to ten inch wild trout in the same places I used to catch brook trout but they are now almost always just brown trout through much of the length of the river. That isn't to say there aren't still little pockets of brook trout; it just isn't the way it was a decade ago and I think the fishery is the worse for it. 

Continuing down, I picked off another little brown. This one was a little fatter than the first and did a lot of jumping, which had me thinking it may actually be a precocious Atlantic salmon parr or perhaps and smolt. 


Over the next half hour I picked off a few more similarly sized fish and was happy as a clam with the way I used my pre-hatch time. I knew I'd get shots at bigger fish as darkness fell and I wasn't really pressed about it. That felt good. I've put a lot of pressure on myself to catch more fish or catch bigger fish over the years. Right now, I barely care to catch fish at all... but if I have to this is how I want to do it. Simply and on my own terms, with things that actually look like insects. 


Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

June Guiding Updates & Patreon Setlist

 May was a productive month with clients with a decent array of variety and some big fish here and there! Of course, it always is, May is one of those months in Connecticut when it is pretty hard to pick what exactly to do any given day, for my own personal fishing. I did no trout trips at all in April but had a few in May, starting with Frank and Brandon. It was a mixed bag day, mostly nymphing, one cool spot and stalk with a dry, and a nice tiger trout on a mouse. Then David and Kalil came down from Massachusetts for a great day with a lot of catching shotgun nymphing the riffles of one of Connecticut's more underrated trout rivers. 



Kalil Boghban Photo

Kalil Boghban Photo

The carp spawned in bursts throughout the month, not always in the same places on the same days. The only time it pretty much screwed me was when I had Tom Cole out, and in unusual form two fish were hooked and lost out of the only feeders we found. Carp don't often come unpinned after they're suck, and I saw that both weren't fouled very early on. At least the fish viewing that day was spectacular, with hundreds upon hundreds of carp of all shapes around us, under us, even splashing us at almost all times.




The next day I had Blake, who coincidentally had a similar situation when he booked me last year, where every hooked fish managed to slip away un-netted. This time was different with multiple large carp and plenty of channel catfish caught. Most exciting, though, was this gorgeous little mirror carp!


Also getting in on the carp success in May was Michael, with his largest freshwater fish on the fly....



... and Dar, with some excellent big lake action.


To keep the variety up, shad were also heavily in the program this May. I love American shad, but for my own devices I'd gladly go make one annual pilgrimage a year for the species. Sometimes clients pull me out for them though, as Jeff and Tony did this year. For two days we slugged it out with rain and cooling temperatures. It was harder work than I like shad fishing to be but fish were caught regardless.




I'm skipping a fair bit, here, so as not to crowd out this post too much, but it was a great month with great clients and lot of good fishing. On to June, which we are now almost halfway into. I'm going to get a little bit personal, now. The start of this month has been a disaster for me. With some very expensive and necessary repair investments done on my generally trusty set of wheels, I promptly got into a car wreck that has left me with both light physical strain, significant mental trauma and stress, and a financial burden that is turning out to be far worse than it even seemed it might be initially. This has left me in a tough place for June. If you are looking to book a trip, please understand that it my take me some effort in scheduling. Walk and wade trips will be much, much easier to accomplish than canoe or raft trips, though I can at least do canoe trips here and there, it'll just take some scheduling and working things around to make sure I can borrow appropriate wheels. Because I am in such a sticky financial situation I very much would appreciate any trips I can get on the books at all, as this is setting me back on a few things I'd intended to do this year, including getting a second raft which would have hugely boosted my ability to furnish fun and exciting float trips. If you can find room in your schedule and any of my normal early summer warmwater fare- (bass, carp, bowfin, catfish) or saltwater species (scup, fluke, blackfish, stripers), as well as wade trips on the Farmington and a handful of other rivers remaining cool enough for trout -appeals to you, I'd be massively appreciative of your booking. I can't promise the easiest scheduling process but will do my absolute best. Thank you for your understanding while I work this out. 

So far this month the fishing has been good and promises to continue being. Some bowfin, catfish, and carp have found their way to the net. I did something I don't usually do much anymore and made some casts at carp one day, resulting in the largest fantail I've ever personally set eyes on. It ate the fly before it made it to the bottom on a fast cruise in clear water. It was a spectacular eat and in many respects on of the best carp I'd ever caught... so no complaints there.

Levi Opsatnic Photo


As for Patreon, we're already on a nice roll this month. Here's the setlist: 

Cow+ Posts: 

Get In Loser, We're Going Gar-ing


Videos: 

Multidisciplinary Smallmouth Nymphing

Casting Under & Into Brush

Weekly Posts:

Surface Analysis

Thing Carp Eat Sometimes

Using Soft Glass to Set Hard

Stand In Cold Water

Quick Tips:

TBD

Walt's Durability

Walt's Profile


Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Gordon, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!

Sunday, May 31, 2026

Snorkel Fishing the Straight of Hormuz

 First on the docket for Noah and I one mild mid spring day was a stop to a dive shop, because he needed more weights. The man had just purchased his first wetsuit, and I'd already made myself a side character in his quest to get really good at catching fish while in the water with them. We'd done this before about two years ago, and we could kind of see the potential then but somehow didn't really take it as seriously as we should have. Now, though, Noah was dead set on becoming some sort of marine mammal... a seal-man, if you will. Though my time was a bit too occupied with teaching other people how to stab carp in the face with tiny feathered weapons, I wanted to take part in this process as much as possible. And so off we were headed to buy lead to sink Noah. Part of free diving is fighting both your own buoyancy and that of a wetsuit, weight belts with weight proportional to your own body mass help make reaching depth and staying down possible without unnecessarily fighting. From the dive shop it was back to Noah's, where we had to hook up the boat. His landlord was there doing some cleaning up around the property

"Hey Noah, how are you?" I hard him ask, to which Noah responded "Not bad, just taking the boat out today". His landlord responded "just stay away from the Straight of Hormuz". Inaudibly to both in the truck, I quietly snorted a laugh. When Noah hopped back in I turned to him and asked if he knew any good launches on the straight. We set off; not for Iran, Oman, or the UAE, but southeastern Connecticut instead, intent to ignore wars that shouldn't be happening in the cool embrace of clear, man made lake waters filled with a mix of mostly non-native species. 

At the launch we spent maybe as much as an hour fiddling with equipment, culminating with the motor refusing to start, forcing us to operate solely off of the trolling motor. This wasn't really what we wanted out of the day, ideally, but it was vaguely functional. we made our way to the nearest rocky reef surrounded by deeper water; an ideal setup for snorkel fishing. I was un-wet-suited and just there as a spotter, basically, though I had a couple fly rods and would make some casts as I moseyed around the periphery of Noah's dive fishing and made sure he didn't kill himself somehow. 

Snorkel and dive fishing isn't an entirely un-tried strategy, but it is very close to it. Most people, when prompted, are pretty baffled by the logistics of going into the water with a hook and line, swimming right up to your query, and trying to feed them and will just assume you are spear fishing. That, of course, is illegal in inland waters. There is basically zero information to come upon when it comes to underwater hook and line angling. Just a handful of videos here and there and whatever you can glean from spear fishing that couple be applicable. So, Noah is very much in untested territory here... or uncharted waters, if you will. To him- or really to the both of us -that is a hugely enticing proposition. The opportunity to learn more about the species we target, learn new ways to catch them, and get to observe and document more about their habitat and behavior without the aid of any tech like drones, forward facing sonar, or underwater cameras. We'd just figure it out with what our bodies were physically capable of. There are plenty of people that have done snorkeling to observe fish, and quite a few that have done it while people actively fished to the fish they were observing. There are far, far fewer that have meshed the two together in a comprehensive way. 

I motored around circles while Noah went down, scoured for fish, and occasionally came up with one. Had we just anchored off a ways we may have hooked more than he was doing. The notable advantage of angling from in the water and up close is that you can pick out the ones you really want to catch with exceptional ease... if your target is to catch sunfish, you can pick out the largest, the prettiest, or that crazy hybrid. Fewer fish with sore lips is never a bad thing in my opinion. But how would larger, more generally considered difficult species go? 

At one point Noah came up to the surface and I heard a muffled scream through his snorkel. He's hooked a decent largemouth and was being forced to give chase rather than break off (an issue he has since rectified, but it was a funny thing to have to "be the drag" on this occasion). Watching your wetsuit-clad buddy give chase to a bass underwater is just hysterical. Even funnier still, watching lake home owners react to seeing him pop up at random places out in the lake holding various fishes. We picked and poked a ways off of one particular shoreline finding bass and crappie. At one point I watched a smallmouth repeatedly jumping for a fully submerged Noah- a perspective that probably pales significantly in comparison from actually seeing the fish jump from below as Noah was in that moment. That is something we have got to catch on video at some point. 


I was picking off a few bass here and there, as well as one crappie and some sunfish. But Noah far outdid that, even in a scenario where I had great visibility and was mostly sight fishing. It is quite clear, and becoming more so, that snorkel fishing may at times be just flat out wildly more effective than fishing from above the surface. That's kind of crazy, given the limitations of having to be very close to the fish. Some of them just don't care, and some will even attack you. As far was the ones that do get spooked, we'll just figure it out, won't we? 

Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Gordon, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!

Monday, May 4, 2026

Vehemently Anti Crepuscular

 There are little things, little visual evidences, that pop up in our world to tell us how incredibly small we are. One such phenomena that has that effect on me is the appearance of anticrepuscular rays. See, the suns rays are parallel. It really, really doesn't feel like it, because the sun is so comparatively large and far away that the more common way we see rays of light from the sun- crepuscular rays -they appear to diverge from the source. 

This is a scale issue, though, of the same order that a road's painted lines appear to  get closer together the further away they are... it's just something we're much less familiar with seeing. Crepuscular rays are not remotely rare. They occur all the time when sun shine through clouds, leaves, or even sky scrapers in hazy conditions early or late in the day. The optical conditions that let those rays extend overhead are rarer, but they do occur. When they do, its spectacular.

Anticrepuscular rays occur when the suns ray are visible meeting again at infinity on the opposite wide of the sky from the sun. Very, very rarely, crepuscular rays meet anticrepuscular rays meet and span the whole sky, supposedly. I've never seen such an occurrence. One day in Florida, though, with the sun rising out over the Atlantic, I turned to the West and gasped at the sight of the best anticrepuscular rays I'd ever had the pleasure to see. It may seem a silly thing to feel small observing this, but in some sense this optical phenomena represents the scale of the light from our sun and the clouds in our atmosphere, going so far and visually spreading apart in such away that when you can see those rays on the other side of the sky, it looks like they just go on forever. 

That's pretty darned cool if you ask me. 

Thank you to my Patrons; Erin, David, John, Elizabeth, Brandon, Christopher, Shawn, Mike, Sara, Franky, Geof, Luke, Noah, Justin, Sean, Tom, Mark, Jake, Chris, Oliver, oddity on Display, Sammy, and Cris & Jennifer, Hunter, Gordon, Thomas, Trevor, Eric, Evan, Javier, Ryan, Dar, Eric, and Collin for making Connecticut Fly Angler possible. If you want to support this blog and access more informative content, look for the Patreon link at the top of the right side-bar in web version!

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

May Patreon Setlist

May is a month of much fishiness, and so will it be with the content over on Patreon....


Cow+ Posts: 

To Bead or Not To Bead

Crappie & Ramp Catch, Forage, and Cook

Videos: 

Casting With Slopes Behind You

Hunting Giant Fallfish

Weekly Posts:

Weather Analogs

Spinners or Duns?

Questioning Authority

Beast Fleye Simplification

Quick Tips:

TBD

Thanks as always to everyone that supports me over there! The link to Patreon is to the right of this post in the side bar, in web version; not mobile. 

Monday, April 20, 2026

Spring Highlights, Updates & Guiding Schedule

 This has been quite a whacky, wild, rollercoaster ride of a spring thus far. The weather has been pretty much bananas, with wild temperature swings and swaps back and forth between dry conditions and more normal, wet spring weather as well. The fishing has been more hit than miss, though by my personal standards it has been a bit frustrating. In terms of prolonged flooding, this spring has been a bit of a dud. The Connecticut is still up currently but did not get all that high for all that long. Turns out, and average snowpack in CT, below in most of MA, and average in VT and NH coupled with a quick early melt in March and inconsistent rains in early April do not make for the perfect floodplain season. This doesn't ruin the carp fishing, but it does deprive me of some of my favorite spots for one season. Believe it or not the lack of flooding has bigger ramifications for my early season smallmouth fishing, which was good but not great this year. The bigger impacts on carp fishing quality came from the temperature swings and wind. There were a lot more one and two fish days than I typically like, but my standards for carp fishing are also pretty high anyway. Here are some highlights....


The first properly netted fish (we had one throw the hook and get out an hour prior) of the season was Dar's big and super long barble-d fantail. Not a bad way to start. For a couple weeks he'd be the only one putting fish in the net, including on a couple good high numbers days (9 one day, 7 another.) 



Most difficult conditions bested goes to Ben, he got a modest wind one day then and absolute howler the next with fish in a very neutral mood, but still managed to put good carp in the net. 


 Weirdest catch goes to Dar with a one-eye blind common on his 6th session with me this spring. Again, fish were in a neutral mood this day after a very cold night, it was a tricky bite. 


Mike picked a day perfectly, as the air temperature sky rocketed and fish went into a very aggressive feeding mode, he ended up with a perfect bunch of commons, mostly bubblers. 


The next day Joey stole the title for most fish landed with a perfect dozen, mostly scrappy mid sized commons with one epic little fantail for variety. The fish began early spawning activities that day but most were still feeding. 


Spawning behavior made things trickier for the Idaho guides team of Jack and Luke, but Luke managed his first carp- a beautiful slot machine bubbler fantail -then another perfect common. Jack fooled a fantail on day one and a monster common for the flooded woods on day two. Jack has managed to bring the big fish luck two years in a row, tow commons early in 2025 were some of the biggest floodplain fish I've ever netted and his fish this year was no different. You know they're big when holding them up off your knee makes your arms shake instantly.






As for smallmouth, both Dar and Dave caught their personal biggest with me this season, and Art got the job done with some aggressive chasers. 




My schedule has a few holes I can fill in the coming week or so, the water is still up and the carp are still back in the woods for now. If we get rain enough, this can persist well into May, but that isn't particularly likely this year in my opinion. So we're likely to transition into my typical flats and river edge late spring and summer fishing, which is still very engaging and in my opinion does offer shots at some much larger fish. We're also coming into prime time for post spawn pike, smallmouth streamer trips, and soon enough, bowfin. I've been seeing a few bowfin already but none have stuck around long enough to provide shots. Soon, though, they'll be all sorts of rowdy. Flows remain fairly amicable for trout float trips in the larger rivers and any shots of rain could put the Salmon, Willimantic, and others in play as well. I have to keep a couple fairly large blocks of time open in early May, but I do have availability in the latter half of the month. June only has a handful of booked dates and is primo for anything and everything on the warmwater front as well as Farmington floats when flows allow. Let me know if anything piques your interest! 

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