Here we are pretty much near the end of May 2014 and the weather sucks, so much for global warming (do not get me started on this). So we had our trip for the Douglaston Run in Pulaski, NY all set up as we had done over the years for April and it was cancelled due to high water, this of course was due to the extremely cold, hard and long winter. It was two weeks before they reopened the private stretch of water and our trip fell apart. Anyway, we switched gear and booked a few days (3 days) at Tall Timbers Lodge in Pittsburg, NH and fished the Conneticut River for landlocked salmon. The cabin was nice, good times and loads of laughs were had by all the fat bastards ( all 5 of us) and the fishing was pretty good. Now this is the time I would posts some pictures but this old fat bastard did not bring a camera or should I say I forgot!
Anyway Richard managed to bring his camrea but as far as I can tell only took & sent me one photo. Now I do not know if he did this intentionally or it was the only photo he took. Oh BTW I forgot to mention that Richard (fat bastard #5) recently went through a mid-life crisis and decided to buy a Harley. I bet he has many photos of that hog. But alas only one picture of the many fish we caught and it is held by no other that John (fay bastard #4) the other one who had a mid-life crisis a couple of years ago and also purchased a Harley. Freaking noisy machines these are! So both these guys are taking photos of each other sitting on their hogs, pretty scary.
Most of the fishing was done with tiny flies in the 16 to 20 range mostly BWO and other emergers also worked. Robert was successful using his 5WT Spey and swung (if that’s a word) streamers. I caught some on Pheasants tail bead heads also in the 14 range. Strangely enough the weather was perfect for BWO cloudly and cool but the hatch was sproatic at best, so switching flies was a must cause they did not key in on any particular bug. Even some caddis emergers were working. I think our best day was a cool wet afternoon, pouring rain and the fish were hitting on most any bug, good afternoon and to think were were going to stay in the cabin but at the last minute we convinced ourselves to go even though the morning was a wash out. Go figure! Fishing!
So here’s Johnnie!
Fat Bastards & Curmudgeons 