Connecticut

Dick showed me an article in Life magazine published in the mid-1950s about Salmon fishing in Norway. There was a two-page photograph of a man in a boat floating a river and fishing. It was his dad, whose real passion was fishing. Though Dick likes fishing and remembers good-times fishing with his dad, he hadn’t fished for a while. He is addicted to his work. I can relate.

First we went to a fly fishing shop and purchased a pamphlet on fishing knots. I didn’t need the book, as I know one knot and that is all I want to know. We also acquired a book showing us where to fish.

A map in this book directed us to a spot on the Farmington River, a noted trout stream in the north central part of the state. When we arrived, there were seven other fisherman. The river has Brookies, Browns and Rainbows. We thought it humorous that everyone was dressed in waders and vests and we were in shorts and tennis shoes. We wanted to catch more fish than the other guys, but it didn’t happen. We saw several fish caught, but we didn’t catch anything. Maybe there is more to know about trout fishing than how to tie a knot.