Above: Here we see my buddy Dave seeking the Behemoth of the Battenkill.
With summer showing early, Tink, Silas, Dave and I headed over to the Battenkill to rub the rust off our fly fishing game on a gorgeous 80+ degree day on the last Sunday in April. The trout had other things on their agenda than us however, as our fishing trip wound up being casting practice.
We even tried heading out into the briny deep during a spring break session in Florida the week before. Tink, standing in front of me, was amazed at the lack of casting required in this type of endeavor, while his brother Silas to my left, (your right) was looking a little annoyed we couldn’t stay at the dock where 7′ tarpon were munching down the remains of the captain’s filleting efforts. The seas were rough, about 15′ rollers, but my guys did fine, as opposed to those two guys seated at the rail who had tried to drain Ft. Lauderdale of all fermented beverages the night before, and then redefined “chumming” as we know it. At one juncture Silas said to me, “So Dad,…this is what those guys do for fun????!??!?!” From the mouths of babes,…
It always pays to scout out the water before fishing. Here are Bridget and the boys doing just that in an airboat in the Everglades. There were some scary big bass out there! There were some critters out there that definitely won’t be found in the Adirondacks, (thank God).
An excellent example of that was captured on camera by Tink, below.