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! 

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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. 











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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!