... are not a good mix for winter fishing. :'(

I had a few hours out of work today and crossed route 8 near Waterbury on my way back to Massassachusetts. Somehow I couldn't resist the urge to drive up and check out the Farmington. I called Torrey and got the flow update, about 1000 cfs combined in the TMA, and cold like winter. Wasn't feeling too optimistic.

Fortunately I had some wool socks in the car (that's probably contributing to the lingering odor), so I put those on and donned my breathables. Strolled across a metal bridge and slid down the icy bank to get into the popular pool which will remained unmentioned. No one there, no signs that anyone had been there all day, Yay!

On stepping into the river, I found out that fleece is wonderful. Wearing Dockers under breathables instead of fleece is like finding out that your ex girlfriend is really cool and AND hot. Damn I missed my fleece.

I fished the pool that will remain unnamed for about an hour with no success, got a huge tangle after three casts and had to re tie everything. Got hung up on a small weedy branch behind me and buried the hook right up to the bend in my middle finger while trying to snap the weedy branch.

I decided there were probably no fish there, so I went somewhere else.

After about half a dozen sticks landed and a flock of drowned leaves, I finally hooked a nice little brown




a half hour later another Brown comes to the net


I promise, I'm not squeezing, they are runnin a little thin right now.

A nice head shot



Trying to split, chew and spit sunflower seeds gives you a pretty good idea how the fine motor skills are performing, and mine were sayin it's time to get goin.

Two hours, two holes, and two fish. A fine December day if ya ask me.