The Incomplete Angler
Independence Day, our great Star Spangled Fourth of July tradition, is a fine time to take special notice of our blessings. Here in the Upper Delaware River Valley the beauty around us abounds throughout the year. The sights, scents and music of nature are our gifts—all we have to do is tune in and be aware. Read more
After a successful outing on the water, it’s hard not to fall for the misguided belief that “I’m getting pretty good at this fishing game!”
Unless you are targeting sunnies and perch, your next outing may humble you. And don’t think that having more than 60 years’ experience in your creel gives you any immunity. I sure found that out recently. Read more
Justin is a fine young fellow, soon to graduate from high school and thoughtful enough to visit his grandparents upon the event of “Pop-Pop’s” 95th birthday. The momentous occasion somehow left Justin with just enough time to wet a line on Highland Lake. He caught a good pickerel and wondered if it was a record, as it was the largest pickerel he ever saw. Read more
Somehow it seems strange to me that it was a movie that triggered the amazing growth of fly fishing interest. The movie was, of course, “A River Runs Through It.” Norman Maclean’s novel, on which it is based, is a must read.
Our own Delaware River fly-fishing culture is anchored on both sides of the river. Penn State was the first university to offer courses in fly fishing in the 1930s. A thank you to George Harvey for making that program a fly-fishing treasure. Read more
I recently celebrated the 30th anniversary of a “Too Close” event on the river. It was a nasty, wet day. Back then, it involved a fine trout on the Mongaup. The trout was rising steadily just beyond the reach of my longest cast.
I picked my way over slippery river rocks until I was waist deep in a swift water braid. The cold water was rapidly sapping my energy reserves. It did not take long until I was bobbing along and very lucky to somehow clamber back to the river bank and safety. It took me a long time to stop shivering and chattering. Read more
April is usually a fine month and especially so this year. The soil is thawed, there are buds everywhere and grass is greening. Wild turkeys are cackling and gobbling—their mating season is on. The brooks, streams and rivers of our watershed are all open. How terrific!
The fisher’s clock is now set to prime time. Caddis and early mayflies are hatching, and the trout are feeding on them greedily. Local chapters of Trout Unlimited have already scheduled events and meetings. River shoreline clean-ups are on the drawing board. Hope you will participate. Read more
This year has started off as one for the books. Without touching on climate change (heaven forbid), it is undeniable that this has been an unusual winter in our area. So far those who love to fish haven’t even been able to get a quick fix or two. This is no time for ice fishing, as lake and pond ice has been questionable. So what is a fishing enthusiast to do?
I read recently of a person who fished “all the time—sometimes on the water and sometimes in books.” I, too, have found that when I’m not actively on the water I like to be at least reading about it. Read more
This is destined to be a great year, especially for those who will be enjoying time on the water. We are off to a good start in January, aptly named for Janus, the god of beginnings. The word January also derives from the Latin word “ianua,” meaning “door.” January is the door to the coming year. Read more