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Jreflected on thattime as I walkeddown an Iasphalt street.It was a humid, latesummer afiernoon, a double-workout type of day. Yet now I lived in the city, had for pretty close to a decade,so far from the oily tractor shed and the fields down near the river where the cattails and I grew tall and the milkweed pods grew thick. Thesedays I took my lunch breaknot wheneverI felt like it but. instead.around noon or so and for about an hour. Lunch was over and I was in a hurry, had to rush back to my office for that meeting.And as I turnedthe comer onto Boylston Street, I looked down to see a bright new penny. I bent over and snatched it up, wishing all the while that I was picking up a rock streamside. I held that penny tight and walked deliberately, for not far away from Trinity Church was a fountain.I thoughtabout what I might wish for, what I might have come true if the choice were mine. I had beenlong since done with football, and my thoughts thesedays nearly alwaysturnedtoward trout fishing. I wanted to fish a streamthat: . remindedme of my trip West last year; . was a bottom-releasetailwater (so that the water would be cold and fertile) with an around-the-clockrelease rate of no more than 150 cubic feet per second; . had abundant season-longhatches (of mayflies, caddis,stonefliesand midges); . had riffles, runs, pools and pockets; . was of a size so that I could fish near otheranglersor by myselfl . had its own full-service fly shop, with fly bins filled with local patternsthat looked as if my entomologist pal tied them especially for me; . had a no-kill area; . had an active angler's conservation group that periodically lobbied to have the no-kill stretchlengthened; . had brown and rainbowtrout in excess of 20 inches upstream,and bass, panfish, pickerel and pike downstream; . was accessibleto the major city I lived in, with a campground on the river and deluxe accommodationsand restaurants nearby. And as I held that coin, I remembered how simply I had answeredmy coach and how different I acted today. Somehow during the intervening19 yearsI'd managed to make things quite a bit more complicated than they ought to have been.I laughedout loud, pitched in my penny with a Wouldn't that be nice? thought in my mind and went to my meeting. When the meetingwas over. in my message slot was a call from Rooter, my Montanafishing guide."That snake,"I said, smiling."He's going to lay it on reallythick and see if he can get me to come out!" I dialed his number and figured he'd say somethingabout every hatch being thicker


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Fifteen more minutes, then 15 again passedand by now the ffout were not feeding asregularlyas thcy had been.I wadeddownstream, clirnbed out onto the bank ancl walked upstreamto where the m,rn sat. " Y o u a l l r i g h t ) "I a r k e d . "Couldn'tbe better,"he said."You?" "Eh," I tilted my head. "What're you doing'?" "What's it look Iike I'rn doing'? I'm fishing." "Kind of a funny way to be fishin-e,"I said. "l don't see anythir-rg funny about it," he said, stood up slowly and steppedtoward the water. And in he went. barely above his ankles. He kept his eyes fixed about 45 degrees upstreamand only thcn did I seethe brown trout sipping50 feet away.The rnanworked out some line, then some more, then still more and, when he had quite a bit out, he startedto pump his left hand;not wildly, but in synch with his right. I'd never seen anyone cast like that before, and in a

This driving alonu the river tryas nice, butit \rras titne tofish. moment he had sent out more line than I'd ever seentoo. At the end of his casthe wiggled his rod and his line fell al1 wavy, nowhere near as straight and neat as my own. I watchedhis f1y, a micro-small BlueWing Olive, float downstreamuntil I lost sight of it. The next time I saw it was 12 minutes later, stuck firmly in the corner of the big brown's mouth. I saw him oncefive or six yearslater,just below the Morgan Brook Pool. He carrieda wading staff with him. but this tirnehe never enteredthe water. Again I watchedhim like a hawk. This time I kr.rewthat he was lishing emergersin the run just below where thc feeder stleam entered the rifIle. He put a pinch of lead two feet above his fly, cast across lnd downstream and mended as needed.Sometimeshe'd take a fish by hesi'd tating a moment or two or threebefore he pick up and cast again. Other times he'd strip in slightly, slowly, repeatedlyuntil the fish hooked themselves.I went 100 yards upstreamto the Drive-In Pool and fished ny flies just like he did. This time, too, I caught fish, three good rainbows,just like he did. I vowed that the next time I saw hirn I'd thank hirn; I'm still waiting.

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colder the farther upstream I fished. The sun warmed up the river as it flowed downstream and often those few degreesmade the difference between a hatch and no hatch. For now I wanted to fish caddis, but come eveningI was keen on changingto Sulphurs. I saw the dirt road on my left, downshifted and pulled in, my mind made up: into the Central Riffles and the head of the Boneyard I would go. I slalomed around the deep por holes all the way to the end and got out. I stuffed my sandwich into my vest, took out my rod and started the long walk down the grasspath. On my way I flushed a grouse, and the path ended at the top of the Boneyard. Some small fish were working and I smiled. These fish are part of the effort prompted by Steve Lewis and the Farmington River Angler's Association,a local fishing group that has been a watchdog of sorts over the river for the past few decades.A couple of years ago they lobbied to add 1/z miles of Trout Management Area to the river, to bring the total to 5/z miles (regulationsin the TMA are catch-and-release, articificals only). Looking out at the dimpling water, I knew I'd be one angler who was thankful for their hard work. Steve had also said that the river had recently been classifiedas a wild and scenic river, and so was under national protection. It was a comforting thought, and I moved upstream toward the lower stretch of the Central Riffle. I saw a few tan caddis drifting about, and I bent down and overturned a couple of rocks. Several larvae moved freely, probably ready to inflate their sacks and float to the surface. Some Sulphur duns moved about,too, as did some nymphs. I examined the water surface and put on my polarizing glasses.I looked throughthe clear water and could easily see three fish spreadout laterally in the pocket, quickly taking nymphs just off the bottom. On went a tan bead-head caddisand a pinch of lead. My first cast, a 25-footer, was just OK. There were large boulders scattered throughout this stretch of the river, and the pockets they formed were not only three or so feet deep, but the water moved through them fast. I studied the water carefully and there, behind the rock, drifted the feeding ffout. I figured that 15 feet of line would best reach my trout on the far left and I cast upstreamagain; he didn't budge. I reeledin some of the excessand cast again. My pupa sank and dead-drifted by him; he ignored me once more. I ceased casting and watched him for a good while; yes, now I could see that he, the one on the far left, took nymphs that ascendedto his right. I moved downstream a bit, tuck-cast to his right and watched my fly drift for two feet, then disappearinto his mouth. He was, above all, a spunky fighter. During the next two hours I pick-pocketed half-a-dozen or so fish by moving around, spotting them just below the main currents, casting directly upstream, sometimes adding a dropper and wondering what I'd do if I were faced with a Scotch double.

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