Broken clouds
Broken clouds
24.8 °F
November 28, 2014
River Reporter Facebook pageTRR TwitterRSS Search

The Incomplete Angler

Thoughts at Thanksgiving

From the perspective of an angler, there is a lot to be thankful for at this time of year. To begin with, just look at how far we’ve come. In the mid-19th century, fishing was pretty primitive. It had not progressed all that much from the earliest Egyptian hieroglyphic depictions—a cord, a stick and a hook. But in the last 100 years, along came some of the greatest discoveries since fire.  Read more

Water = life

The great battle of our time will be over water—pure, fresh water in particular. All earthly life depends upon water for survival. The human population worldwide, now 7.3 billion, is projected to be 9.6 billion by 2050. Even today, much of the world lacks adequate water for drinking and sanitation. Almost everywhere, different interests battle over water distribution. We read of dire problems in California where drought has intensified competing demands. Natural resources (made unnatural by human intervention) are stressed to the breaking point. Can the Upper Delaware River be far behind?  Read more

Fishing alone

Peter was off with Jim Serio fishing the Salmon River. Gib was stuck in a business negotiation and couldn’t shake free. Mauro was down in Washington selling some of his paintings and Josh wasn’t due in for a week. I would not be sharing the water with any of my usual fishing partners this day, but the one thing I did know for certain was that I’d be fishing.  Read more

Which one are you?

I remember a very early morning when the Great South Bay where I grew up was smooth as glass. I had just gotten back from college, and I was very happy to be home. I stood on the beach and looked out over the water and bayside I loved. Very gradually I became aware of a darkening hue toward the horizon. I looked and looked, baffled. Suddenly, like a punch in the face, I realized it was a layer of smog, creeping from New York City eastward toward Long Island where I stood barefoot on the shoreline—devastated. I was struck with the awfulness of this byproduct of modern civilization.  Read more

‘More eagles than people!’

Talk to anyone who targets smallmouth on the Delaware River and you will know that now is the time. Just after I suggested that we were in the “dog days of summer” and that fishing could be dull, Rich Roth of Eldred did a Delaware float with two buddies and they caught 105 smallies. That’s hardly dull.

Smallmouth have always been part of our fishing heritage. Find an old photo of Zane Grey, and he’s apt to be holding a smallmouth dubbed “Grandpa” or perhaps “King of the Lackawaxen.”  Read more

August daydreams and reflections

ther than during the winter months, August may be the toughest one for anglers, especially trout anglers. To start with, it’s hard to find water with a temperature in the 60s. So we’re relegated to small-mouth bass in river riffles or large-mouth in lakes and ponds, but it can be slow—you know, “dog days of summer.”  Read more

A tale of two lakes

Since my last column, I’ve had the opportunity to fish two different lakes. Ordinarily I would be checking USGS sites on my laptop to find some cold, clear stream or river. However, the weather patterns this year have not been kind. We have had one weather event after another. Almost all of my regular haunts are “blown out” and the rivers have been running the color of coffee, two creams.  Read more

In search of Goliath

My fishing partners and I are hooked in the quest for large fish. What constitutes a “large” fish is subjective. We all want trout of 20 inches plus. If you fish after dark, the gold standard is a two-footer.  Read more

About guides

I spend a hefty amount of time trout fishing. I will be on or in trout water any day the water temperature is in the 60s or less. Despite all this experience, I won’t pass up an opportunity to fish with a guide. No matter how much you think you know, you can dependably learn something every outing with an experienced guide.  Read more

How many, how big?

There are many renditions of the stages in a fishing life. Usually they go something like this: I want to catch my first fish. I want to catch a lot of fish. This is followed by: I want to catch the most fish and the biggest fish. Next, I want to catch the “hard” fish (the most challenging). Then some tempering comes in, often with age: I just like to have a lovely day on the stream and maybe catch a few fish. By the time the angler starts using words like lovely, we are probably talking about a grey-haired person.  Read more