Thursday, December 23, 2010

What it's all about...

"And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria.  So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city.

Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child.  So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered.  And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
 

Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid.  Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people.  For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.  And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”  And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”  Luke 2:1-14


...And that's what Christmas is all about - Merry Christmas !


Thursday, December 16, 2010

A year remembered

Now that the colder weather is here in New England, it's time to spend more time tying.  I like to look back through my log book and make a list of flies I want to tie for the coming of spring and new flies that I would like to try this coming year.  With this in mind, I was looking back through my log and remembering what a great year this has been.  My log is filled with lessons learned and new experiences.  It’s the continual learning that I find so engaging about the art of fly fishing.  Here are some of the highlights...

Hendrickson Wet
This past winter I did some reading on wet flies and soft hackles.  I’ve always appreciated old things and old ways and the nostalgia of fishing in the older English and Scottish tradition attracted me coupled with the advice of Gary LaFontaine “to catch more fish you have to fish how other fishermen don’t”.  Inspired by books by Dave Hughes and Sylvester Nemes, I tied several soft hackles and looked forward to the coming of spring.  In mid-April of this year I had my first chance to experiment with what I had learned.  This year the Hendrickson hatch on the Farmington River in CT started a couple of weeks early in mid April and provided my first opportunity to fish some Hendrickson winged-wets.   I was very pleased with the results and for a brief time I was an “expert” with my secret weapon.  The Hendrickson wet accounted for a bulk of the fish I caught during this wonderful time of year.  Just remembering is getting me stoked for another spring!  Another lessoned learned this year was how productive a two fly rig can be.  Fishing the Hendrickson wet dropped off a Hendrickson comparadun proved a deadly combination and the comparadun served as a great indicator when the wet was fished upstream where takes can be very difficult to detect.

Following the Hendrickson hatch came a couple nights of blizzard caddis hatches on the Farmington which provided more opportunities to try classic wet flies, this time the partridge and orange and partridge and green.  I was surprised on several occasions by how strong the takes can be on the swing resulting in several fish snapping off the fly and the entire tippet.  Olive wingless wets produced several fish in the weeks following.  Here the technique was to swing the wet through the subtle rises.  The experienced I gained this year fishing wet flies was definitely a highlight of fishing this season.

This year was also my first year to experience a Hex hatch.  My friend Ben invited me to tag along to a favorite spot of his at the end of June.  I could not believe the size of these insects !  The resembled the toy helicopters they sell in the Mall more than an insect !  As we stood in the river in the dark it was difficult not to flinch every time one buzzed by and a few fish were fooled with a  size 6 (yes you read that right, size 6) White Wulff connected with a few fish in the dark.

A nice mid summer Farmington rainbow
In July our family traveled to the Adirondacks for a week’s vacation.  This year I decided to do a little exploring.  Using my favorite Adirondack fly, the Ausable bomber with a gold-ribbed Hare’s Ear nymph dropped off the back produced some nice wild browns on larger river that I had not fished before.  I’m looking forward to going back in 2011.  The bomber also produced on the Farmington this year and dropping a pheasant tail off the bomber fooled a few sizeable fish.  It was fun to watch the big browns and rainbows gently roll on the bomber.  Quite a different experience than the explosive strikes this fly elicits from native brookies in the Adirondacks!  I can still see in my mind’s eye a nice 17” rainbow taking the bomber and then proceeding to put up a strong fight to the net.

Later in July the sulfurs and summer stenos were starting to produce.  On one particular humid evening I managed to take 3 16+ inch rainbows and a very nice brown on a snowshoe emerger that I was experimenting with.  This fly proved a winner on several evenings and in the hands my friend and fishing buddy Pete.  I’ll have to tie some more of these this winter.

In August, I had the opportunity to spend a few days in Pittsburg NH on the upper Connecticut River.  The river was low this year and I was able to get around more easily than the previous two years I’ve tried to fish this river.  Again the two fly rig paid dividends.  The last day of the trip started off overcast and eventually by mid day it was raining pretty good.  After a brief lunch out of the rain, a rusty stimulator with a red Copper John dropped off the back produced three nice rainbows.  Later as the sky cleared and a high pressure moved in I moved into a long section of faster pocket water.  The stimulator/copper john produced fish in almost every pocket I fished it in.  That was an afternoon I will remember for a long time!

Early September brought another first for me, my first trip to Europe and an invitation to speak at a conference in Belgium.  The flight over was a long time to be crammed into coach class but I survived.  At the end of the conference, I had arranged to fish with a guide in Wallonia (south western Belgium near the Luxemburg border).   The train ride to Wallonia was an experience in its own right, trying to figure out what train was the one I should take in a busy Brussels’ station with everything in French and Flanders.  With the help of a kind English speaking gentleman I managed to get on the correct train, Whew!  Things were a little tense as the train I was expecting was delayed and a few later trains pulled up to the platform.  Fortunately, I staid put until I was sure I was on the right train.  My hope was to catch some native European browns and my first Grayling.  I was surprised at how caulky and deep the water was that we fished.  Even though the streams were not wide they ran very deep right to the bank.  The first fish of the day was the best brown of the day, a nicely colored native brown.  Shortly after, we moved up into a deep softer pool and I had my first experience with grayling.  I saw the indicator go down very subtly and when I lifted the rod there seemed to be a smallish fish on.   As I continued to lift the fish came to the surface and revealed itself to me a massive grayling that began thrashing about in an almost snake like manner.  It was bending from nose to tail and then the opposite direction nose to tail.  After a brief battle the fish was off and I knew I made missed a chance of a lifetime when the guide, still shaking, whispered – that was a huge fish!  After a few more browns and a change in location the day was drawing to a close and the rain was moving in.  Fishing another deep slow section of another river brought out of the deep muddy water another grayling in the very same way, almost no fight at all until the fish reached the surface and then the unusual thrashing motion followed by several runs and then into the net – my first grayling!  
First Belgium Grayling

 The rain then let off and we finished the day fishing to browns sipping olives under tight cover.  What a beautiful country side and again some memories that I will not quickly forget.

The months of September and October were spent fishing familiar waters in CT and in the Adirondacks.  But November brought another first for me, the opportunity to fish for Steelhead in the Lake Erie tribs.  The day and a half that I was able to spend on the water were two of the nicest days that I could have been out.  I’ve always associated fishing for Steelhead with brutal cold weather.  But with temperatures reaching into the mid 50’s and bright clear skies it was dream come true.  Weather was surpassed by the fishing, although I was told that this year was an off-year for steelhead in Western NY.  My guide was a wonderful gentleman who was a pleasure to fish with.  A split shot and indicator rig with bright brown and black stoneflies was the ticket and I was into a fish within 30 minutes of getting on the water.  I was not prepared for the strength, speed, and size of these powerful fish!  After the first run, I quickly found out that these fish were not trout and that a strong hook set was needed.  I soon had another try and this time I managed to land my first steelhead a nice bright fish.  In a day and a half I was able to land 8 quality fish and tangled unsuccessfully with another 5.  This is something that I definitely hope to do more of in the future.
First Lake Erie Steelhead
As I have been writing all this down, I’m realizing what a tremendous year this has been and I have been truly blessed to have traveled, experienced, and learned so much in a single year.  This year, I also started this blog and I would like to thank those of you who have read my posts.  I hope this blog has been fun to read.  As winter approaches, there will be less time spent fishing and some more time spent tying so I hope to post some patterns that have worked for me this past year as well as others that I hope to try.

Merry Christmas and blessings to you in the New Year!

Monday, November 29, 2010

An Adirondack Thanksgiving

Our family's tradition is to spend Thanksgiving in the Adirondacks.  It's hard to explain, but even though the mountains are somber in their early winter colors, they have their own unique beauty.  I find the combination of snow, ice, water, white pine, hemlock, and stark quite to be inspiring.  In years past, we usually have snow at some point during the weekend and this year was no different.  I was looking forward to an early morning hike in the snow to a large waterfall on a river that I had first fished with success this past summer.  It didn't matter that the fishing season was closed, I was going just to be outside and to take some pictures...







I hope they inspire thankfulness in your heart for the beauty of nature and the privilege we have of enjoying the splendor that each new season brings !

Friday, November 12, 2010

It's nice to catch some BIG fish every now and then

It's been a while since I updated the blog.  With the shorter days it's been harder to get out and fish.  Since I was going to be in western NY earlier in the week, I decided to look into the possibility of fishing for steelhead, something I've never done before.  Since I've fished almost exclusively for trout and especially on small streams my equipment is more geared to smaller fish so I decided it was time to branch out and invest in some heavier gear.  After looking around I found a good deal on a TFO 10ft 7wt and a new Lamson Guru reel.  

I had arranged to fish to fish a day and a half on a tributary to Lake Erie.  The day started out cool but the sun quickly rose above the hills and started to warm the air.  In the first run I was soon into my first steelhead but quickly learned my first lesson, you need to really set the hook on these fish, they aren't trout !!!  The first fish was on and took one quick run downstream and kept on going.  Moving upstream and running the stonefly nymph through the tail of a riffle brought a second strike.  There was no mistaking this strike and I reacted more forcefully this time.  Now it was time for my second steelhead lesson - these fish are strong and very powerful.  After a tug of war my first steelhead was in the net, a pretty bright fish.


As the day warmed, we moved upstream to a narrow deep run.  In this section provided 5 hookups with three fish landed including a beautiful bright chrome female and a thick hook jawed male.

Moving back to the lower run yielded another two hooks with one more fish landed.  What an amazing day, the weather could not have been nicer with temperatures in the upper 50', clear without a cloud in the sky, and water temperature at 43.  We finished the day with 8 hookups and 5 nice fish landed.  I was really pleased with how the new rod and reel performed.  When targeting big fish like steelhead a reel with a good drag is a must and the Lamson was more than up for the task.

The next morning brought frosty crisp air with temps dipping down into the low 20's.  The fishing was slow in the early morning.  Once the sun broke over the hills and the air began to warm the fishing turned on.  We fished the same water as the day before.  The narrow run that produced the day before yielded the first fish of the day, a dark male that looked a lot like the fish that was taken the day before from the very same spot !  The run that was quite earlier in the morning produced plenty of action in the final hour of the morning with three more dark fish including the last fish of the day, a real hog of a male.
 It was a great day and a half on the water with two beautiful, warm, November days filled with plenty of big fish action.  All in all, I hooked into 13 fish, landing 8 of those fish. I hope I will have the chance to fish for steelhead again SOON !

Monday, October 25, 2010

An October Afternoon

It was one of those mid fall days I love that starts out with a misty cool morning that gives way to a warm and bright afternoon.  I had wanted to scout out a small brook that I had heard held some native brook trout so I quickly got the necessary things finished up in the morning so that I could have the afternoon for some exploring.

A favorite pool
When I arrived at the brook, things didn't look too encouraging.  There was very little water in the brook and hardly any current moving.  I did walk upstream a bit but it was quickly obvious that any brook trout in this stream would have had a very difficult task of surviving the dry summer we've had in New England this year, so I checked this stream off in my mind and formulated another plan.

Since there was a couple hours left in the afternoon, I decided plan B should be to visit a stream I haven't fished since the spring.  This stream is stocked but in year's past I have caught some brook trout that appeared to be wild.  I arrived at a favorite pool and found no one around and a few caddis in the air.  As I watched, I saw a fish sip here and there.  A couple of drifts with the bomber produced nothing as did a tan caddis but a high-vis midge did manage to turn a small brook trout that was brought to hand and the afternoon salvaged.  I had thought this was the only fish working but another couple drifts produced another fish that had me wondering if it was the same fish again.  What a nice way to finish off a beautiful fall day ! 

The first brook trout
A second or the same ?

Monday, September 27, 2010

One last visit


A familiar trail showing some fall color
 With the close of trout season in New York approaching, I wanted to make one last visit to a favorite mountain brook.  I had not been up to the Adirondacks in quite some time so we made the trip this past weekend.  I had lots of chores to get out of the way but with some help everything was in order by early afternoon.

It was a cool, raw, fall day with overcasting and threating skies and the temperature barely 60.  The mountain sides were full of fall oranges and reds mixed in the green of some holdouts and the dark green of fir stands.  The hike in was still and pleasant and I enjoyed the quite solitude of the afternoon.  A qiuck check of the water temperature showed a nice cool 60 but the water level was quite low.  With the overcast skies and the approach of fall, I was anticipating catching a lot of brook trout eager to take in calories for the long winter.

The first few pools I fished didn't even produce a strike on the Ausable bomber or a Royal Wulff.  In fact, today would be very similar to the last time I fished this brook, only a handful of smaller fish as opposed to the larger brook trout I've caught in this brook earlier this year leaving me wondering about the health of this stream.  Had the long dry summer taken it toll ?  The answer will have to wait until next spring

A very dry brook

the same area at the end of June 2010


One of few pools with some depth


One of the larger fish of the day





Monday, September 13, 2010

An Afternoon in Belgium

The day began as most days had here in Brussels, light rain and overcast. I walked from my hotel to the train station and purchased a ticket to travel from Brussels to the small town of Ciney near the border with Luxemburg. It was a bit confusing to figure out what trains were leaving since the queue was being altered as trains arrived at different times. I was beginning to think I had missed the train when the correct one came into the station. I arrived in Ciney after a little more than an hour.

I met up with my guide and his companion and headed first to a tributary of the Meuse. The streams we fished were small in terms of their width with lots of cover that made casting difficult.  The water was surprizingly deep for these small streams, sometime waist deep and chalky green/gray in color.  I asked the guide if there had been rain but it didn't sound like there had been a lot recently so I guess this was the normal color and clarity of the water there.

We started fishing streamers and I hooked two but lost both. I was surprised by how subtly the fish took the streamers, just a stop and then the weight of the fish, later experience would indicated these might have been grayling. Neither were brought close enough to see. We moved a bit upstream and switched to nymphs. In the next deep hole I caught the first and largest wild brown trout of the day. In this same location a massive grayling was hooked and brought to the surface briefly. Grayling fight in an unusual way in that they shake their head so that they almost touch their tails giving the appearance of a large eel or snake in the water. Wanting to bring the fish in too quickly, I pulled the hook out. By the way the guide was still shaking you could tell that I had lost a large fish. We continued upstream and hooked several more browns. At one point a brown came out of the water and landed in a bush growing on the bank chasing a sedge (caddis). We switched to a local caddis pattern and had one turn on the fly along the bank but I failed to hooked it.


First Belgian brown
In search of grayling we briefly fish another river before heading to the Le Bocq. We headed down a dirt road past a beautiful castle to a section of private water running along a pasture. The river looked very much like the pictures I have seen of English chalk streams.  We stopped briefly for a late lunch of local sausage, cheese, sandwiches, a chocolate (it wouldn't be Belgium with it !)

Castle on the Le Bocq

As showers moved in, we fished upriver with very little success but in some slow deep water I finally hooked what I had hope for and soon a nice grayling was brought to net. It was very plain in its markings but beautiful in shape and form with the characteristically large dorsal fin. In some faster current, a nicely colored wild brown was taken on a nymph. As showers continued to come and go, and the sun began to go down behind the hills, the evening the olives started appearing. With the tight conditions casting was challenging, but with a few casts placed under an overhanging tree the last two browns of the day were caught on a local olive pattern. We quickly headed back to the car to hustle to the station and catch the train back to Brussels. What a fantastic way to spend my last day of my first trip to Europe.

Le Bocq brown
The first Grayling, mission accomplished
One final look back



Sunday, August 29, 2010

CT Class 1 WTMA

Its been a hot dry summer here in CT and its been a long while since I fished a small stream so this afternoon, I decided to visit one of our Wild Trout Management areas. I fish the Adirondacks fairly often but I've not fished any of WTMA's much.  I left the waders at home with the 90 degree temps but when I arrived at the stream the water temp was just plain chilly.  I hiked down to an area I had seen over the winter and decided to fish back upstream to the car.  As I passed a nice pool I saw a few fish taking something off the surface.

I started with an #18 Elk hair caddis and quickly picked up a nice wild brown, followed by another.  There was still a good size fish working so crawled up on my knees to get a little closer and laid the caddis right where I had seen the larger splashes and bang, a nice brookie.  I managed another nice brown on the elk hair caddis with plenty of misses as darkness comes early this time of year.  All in all a nice afternoon fishing for wild trout.  I hope to visit some more of the CT WTMA's this fall.

Monday, August 9, 2010

A trip to the Great Northwoods

I had the chance to spend a few days last week fishing the upper reaches of the Connecticut River in the Great Northwoods of NH.  As we drove up I was very disappointed to see the lower sections of the river swollen and muddy, this was supposed to be the year that I was going to be able to fish the Connecticut under normal flows.  I was hoping to fish both the Connecticut River and some smaller streams for brook trout, but heavy thundershower activity had removed that possibility.  Fortunately, the dam at 1st lake was holding a lot of water back and kept the river clear and fishable down to the first tributary.

When we arrived we chose to fish some pocket water with a rusty brown stimulator with a red copper john as a dropper.  I quickly caught a couple of pretty rainbows.  There were a lot of fish following the stimulator but eventually turned away.  We move downstream to a popular stretch and I hooked and lost the best fish of the trip.  The fish turned on the stimulator and took it deep to the bottom of a water fall.  When I applied pressure the tippet knot gave way and off he went.

The next morning, we fished another stretch downstream and I headed upstream for some new water.  I hooked a good number of smaller landlocked salmon, including one that cleared the water after the stimulator and then proceeded to break off the tippet.  As I moved up further I found a nice deep run that yielded another rainbow on the stimulator.  We finished the day fishing an elk hair caddis near dark with a final rainbow.





The final day started off cool and overcast and I had a good feeling about things.  The morning was quite with only a small salmon for my efforts.  After a short break, I headed back to the section I had fished the day before.  The stimulator/copper john combination again proved deadly as I took the first rainbow on the dropper and a second one a few feet upstream on the stimulator.  The deep run I had fished the day before yielded another rainbow on the dropper and the water was looking good for continuing upstream.  A heavy shower forced us back to the car and an early lunch.  After lunch we headed back upstream to fish a section that had yielded fish on previous days.  Now the overcast conditions were breaking to crisp clear weather that seemed to turn the fish on.  For the next two hours I was catching fish in pocket after pocket on the stimulator with a total of 8 rainbows and numerous salmon for the day.




The only downside was not getting fish some of the smaller stream that we had wanted to visit.  In addition to fishing we were able to view some of the other wildlife in the area.


Monday, August 2, 2010

A summer morning in the Adirondacks

The morning began as most mornings do in the western Adirondacks, with a thick mist hanging over the lakes and ponds. With the thermometer at the back door reading a cool 52, I was looking forward to some early morning fishing in the mountains.

Today I had decided to explore some water I have not fished. When I arrived, the water temperature was a nice 62 but the water level was low. I had wanted to fish the Ausable Wulff, the usual, and the Ausable bomber. I started off in a long pool with the usual and was surprised by the lack of interest. I switched over to the Wulff and had the first and largest brook trout of the day. As I moved up the stream there was surprisingly little interest in the Wulff or the Ausable bomber but I did manage to bring a half dozen smaller brook trout to my hand. I guess the bright morning sun had put most of the fish in hiding.

 











 

While the fishing was not memorable, I found great pleasure in walking through these mountains seeing God’s creative glory so beautifully displayed.   The red flower is a cardinal flower (Lobelia cardinalis).


…Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you… (Matt 6:28-30)


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A evening on the big river

With the warmer weather in my neck of the woods, it’s time to rest the small streams so I decided to fish the BIG river, which I do fairly frequently and enjoy as much as the small streams.


Arrived on the river around 4:30PM and checked the water temperature. A nice cool 64 degrees. I had decided to fish a stretch of faster water that I had scoped out a couple of weeks ago. I arrived thinking I would fish the bomber in the heavier water but the fish were not interested. I saw some isonychia but again the fish were not showing any interest in them either. In fact, I didn't see more than a handful of rises all evening. I did see what I thought were a few rises in a shallow riffle which I took to be small salmon but I wanted to have at least a little fun so I decided to try the iso. A few fish tried to take it but as I suspected they were too small. I had seen a few caddis around so I switched up to an elk-hair caddis and bang a nice healthy rainbow took it out of the blue! Now the skunking was off. I ran the caddis through another riffle and I could see a brown's snout within inches of the fly but he eventually lost interest.

As the evening progressed there were small (18/20) yellowish green mayflies coming off that looked like sulfurs except for the greenish tinge in the body. I'm not exactly sure what they were but the fish were not rising to these either. I decided to try a snowshoe rabbit sulfur emerger I tie and ran it through the seams and riffles in the area. I took 3 more decent rainbows in the 12-14" range. In the tail of the run a nice brown took the emerger in classic form. You could see the fish rise and then slowly turn on the emerger with barely any nose out of the water or any splash and then descend until he felt the hook! I did manage to take a pic of this brown. Not sure if it is wild, survivor strain, or some other strain of stocked brown but it was beautiful. I managed one more brown on the emerger and then called it a night. All in all one of the better I've had this year not because of the number or size of the fish but more for the gorgeous night it was and the success despite no obviously rising fish.


Sunday, July 25, 2010

Some tying

It's been raining over the past couple days so I've been doing 
some tying. My favorite small stream fly is the Ausable bomber tied by Fran Betters. I've caught brook trout on this fly in NY, CT, and RI. I usually tie this one in a size 12. It always amazes me that even the smallest brook trout can inhale this monster. A friend gave me a tip that these also work on more educated trout and he was definitely right. I've taken some pretty educated brown and rainbow trout using the "bomber". Next up is Fran's other fly referred to as the "usual". Fran "usually" tied this one in a size 16. I haven't fished this pattern too much, but I have taken browns on it during an evening sulfur hatch late last month.

This year I've been learning to fish wet flies and soft-hackles and it's
been both fun and productive. I first became interested in wets after reading Dave Hughes' book "Wet flies, tying and fishing soft-hackles, winged and wingless wets and fuzzy nymphs" this past winter. This third pattern is an old classic, the partridge and yellow. Hughes recommends this pattern in a chapter on fishing small streams. I haven't fished the partridge and yellow yet this season but the partridge and green/orange
 have caught their share during evening caddis activity earlier this year.

The Adirondacks

I managed to get out fishing in the Adirondacks twice last week. Last Sunday evening the weather was a muggy and warm 85 degrees when I headed out. I thought I would explore a larger river nearby that is stocked quite a bit downstream but I wasn't sure if this section of the river had any trout. I thought I would fish an Ausable bomber which the brookies love, with a BH flash back Hare's ear as a dropper. The first pool I came to I caught two smaller fall fish and I was wondering if there were any trout in this section of the river. A third cast into this pocket brought the frist brown trout of the evening. I continued to fish the bomber/hare's ear in the pockets upstream and managed a half a dozen nice browns. Half of the browns took the bomber and half on the hare's ear, some of all of which could have been wild.

After some heavy showers, the weather the rest of the week was cold and damp with highs barely reaching 60 (great fishing weather). I decided to head to a small brook
to do a little exploring a few days after the showers had moved through. When I arrived the water was quite high and most of the "pools" I usually fish in this brook were torrent of rushing water. Despite the higher water, fish were still interested in the bomber and I did catch several larger than usual brook trout. A few had bellies that were very red.This brook passes through some old growth forest which are quickly disappearing.
I did have a bit of an adventure as I was getting ready to hike back out. By this time, dusk was approaching and I noticed a darker form moving on the slope of the opposite bank of the brook. My first thought was a wolf as I quickly scanned the area for any sign of additional figures. I stayed put and watched. As the form moved
closer I could see it was a black bear. Again I scanned for any sign of a cub or other bears. The bear kept moving towards me. I usually wear a camo shirt when fishing smaller streams and I don't think the bear saw me. The bear continued to move towards me, seemingly looking right at me. I didn't want this bear harassing me, thinking I had fish so I decided to yell as loudly as I could at the bear. Fortunately for me, the bear quickly turned and ran away. As if one encounter with a bear wasn't enough, I jumped a second on the bushwhack back to the trail! All in all I had the complete Adirondack experience, wild fish, bears, raw weather "and loving it" (Maxwell Smart)