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December 12, 2017
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The Incomplete Angler

Beginners’ luck, honed skill and tuned-in instincts: personal musings

Successful anglers come in all shapes, sizes and skill levels. Sometimes it is the very first cast in a brand-new fishing career that happens to produce the “fish of a lifetime.”  Read more

Strange weather we’re having

When it comes to fishing, fly-fishing in particular, flexibility and adaptability are pretty good traits. Right from Opening Day this year, it has been quite the challenge for the fly-fisher interested in catching (and releasing) wild trout. We have seen just about everything go wrong that can go wrong this year.  Read more

Getting started

We are blessed to be in the heart of the finest trout fishing east of the Mississippi. It is likely that the subscribers and regular readers of The River Reporter are within an hour’s drive of the most outstanding cold-water fishing opportunities imaginable. Besides the countless streams and tributaries, we are blessed with being in the heart of the Land of Little Rivers (see the splendid book of that title by Austin McK. Francis, The Beaverkill Press).  Read more

Testament of a fisherman revisited*

I fish not to escape reality, but to find it. I fish because I find the world of CNN, ISIS, Facebook, political gridlock, and, yes, even weather forecasts and reports becoming more alienated from my own real world every day. I am tired of “BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!” And I am weary of being worked up, jerked around and riled-up in a media-driven alter-world fraught with exaggeration and distortion. These unceasing stimuli raise our blood pressure, heart rates and overall feeling of dis-ease.  Read more

The American eel

As near as I can tell, fishing is not central to world peace or the next big discovery, medical or otherwise. Fishing may or may not lead to bliss or to enlightenment, but at a minimum fishing is just plain fun. Certainly, any form of fishing can be fun, and it doesn’t have to involve leaping Atlantic salmon, bruiser bass or elusive permit, tarpon or bonefish. Even the “lowly” eel can be fun.  Read more

Being there

One factor in being a successful angler is being in the right place at the right time. We have all heard the old saw, “You should have been here yesterday,” once or twice too often. These are not comforting words.  Read more

Fishing ‘time’

I’ve heard it said that we have the concept of “time” so everything doesn’t happen all at once. Well that’s a handy explanation, especially for anglers without advanced degrees in physics. As far as I know, Einstein, Sagan and Hawking were never known as anglers, so that makes us even, sort of.

We use expressions involving time on a regular basis. What time should we meet? What time is the hatch? How long is that drift? We had a great time, or maybe next time. You’d think time is like clockwork—however, in fishing, time warps, suspends, drags, bends and flies.  Read more

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