Tuesday, March 7, 2017

This is my introductory post.
Because I like riddles, I'll leave it to the reader to figure out why I might call my blog, "Cargo Cult Fishing (in Connecticut)."

There are many blogs out there, tantalizing me with tales of beautiful wild jewels (brook char) and untouched (or nearly so) creeks. Many are in Connecticut. Some may in fact be places I've fished!

I finally realized I needed to write some experiences. I guess I'll start where I am, and might go back and fill in previous experiences, as I also go forward. I'm not sure I'll be a dedicated diarist. But we will see.

Just two weeks ago, in a thaw, I got back out on a local brook. I had fished it in the snow the week before. With no luck. I sneak out for an hour or two here and there. All the trips run together and most are without cameras. But this time I used one:



As you can see, I didn't catch anything. Then again if I had, I probably would have dropped my camera. The water was so clear! And cold. And sandy bottomed. I was using my own version of an oversized elk hair caddis, tied with deer hair per Kelly Galloup's suggestions on youtube.

I started tying flies in the past 10 months. This is a new idea. My father never tied. But I am a cheap bastard and want to be able to lose flies without losing money. (Except that that is a conceit.) At least I *feel* like I don't lose money. I lost this fly.

You might be able to divine the sort of equipment I use, too. I'll leave that to the reader for now.