Blitzes After Montana

Yeah, that's right. I want to write about this first. Suck it up. The real meat and potatoes of the Montana trip will come. 

I needed something to combat the onset of depression from the distinct lack of sky and mediocrity of trout fishing in Connecticut. No, I still don't plan to permanently move out west. But I needed a shot of  Southern New England's best to stop from feeling claustrophobic. And, in my view, it gets little better than salty water, striped fish, a dry sea breeze, and a manic blitz. Noah and I dragged his board and my kayak to some striper water in western CT and had at it. 

The bass were there. The bait was there. Though they were all small fish they put on a really good show for us. 

I found myself smiling and laughing. I love this place. I love these fish. Striped bass make me happy.

And that's all I really have to say about that. 

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