dcabarle
Administrator
I dread going to Connecticut so last year when my father asked me if I wanted to book a trip with Marla Blair, I had to really think about it. The price seamed reasonable and for all I knew, Marla was going to take us to a world renowned pristine trout stream!
Friday night I left my house at 9:00pm and arrived at the Bed and Breakfast around 12:30am. Yeah, a long ride to catch stocked fish, but I'm an optimist and always try to see the good in things before I see the bad (that's somewhat of an oxymoron). Driving through Connecticut is beautiful (if you like the NJ Turnpike, you'll absolutely love most of what I've seen in Connecticut my past few trips there). The B&B in which I stayed was very quant and the people were extremely nice. I recommend it to anyone wanting to fish the Farmington.
I checked into my room and fell asleep instantly. The following morning, I woke up and enjoyed a nice cooked breakfast at the Gateway Bed & Breakfast in Riverdale. 7:30am an SUV pulled into the driveway, and in came the star of our show in full uniform. What I mean by full uniform is she proudly displays patches like a girl scout on her shirt. For example, one which boldly said, "FFF Certified Fly-fishing Instructor." With all of these patches, I almost wanted to address her, Admiral Blair.
After Breakfast, it was off to the river. The admiral insisted that we suit up and get our gear ready before we left for the river. Marla checked our leaders and tippets to make sure they were to her standards (which they weren't), and proceeded to tie new tippets on using Varivas (YUUUUUK!!!!!) tippet material. My father pleaded with her not to use it (Literally pleaded with her) but she insisted. Hey, she's the guide, and this is what we paid her for, right. (Little river dominatrix never hurt anyone, right?) She also insisted on us using 9x - 10x tippet material. Not 7x or 8x, but 9x or 10x. This was a must. After gearing up, we left for a little fly shop to get our Licenses.
Finally, we were off to the river. The first stop was a nice little place behind the Ovation guitar company. There was 1 person fishing a nice run using one of those 12 foot long rods with the big big big reel and bobber. That would be the second time this season seeing one of those things, and the second time in my life. They are quite a spectacle. Upstream a bit, I made my way into the water and started casting. A few fish were rising here and there which was a good sign. I had a few come up and look at numerous fly's but, I couldn't get one to take. I love fishing like that. I'm sure these trout were fully aware of the fact that I was using Varivas tippet material and wanted nothing to do with anything attached to it, so I switched. (shhh)... 7x Orvis Fluoro, and wouldn't you know it, my first Farmington Brown trout. What a fight (or not)... This fish basically swam back to me and asked me to take the hook out of its mouth. I complied. My father was fishing slightly upstream from me with Marla. He said he was going to enjoy having someone do the work for him. Not me, I like to do the work myself. (Why hire a guide than?)... Needless to say, The Admiral was with my father 95% of the time. They were fishing slightly upstream from me using a (gasp) pink San Juan Worm with three split shots for 2 feet of water. Hey... you've gotta get it down there. It was odd the way the Admiral arranged the split shots though. The first being 1" from the fly, the second about 3" up from that, and the third about another 3" up from that.?.?.?... My father said he thinks he lost more flies that day than an entire season. Luckily they were all hers. Back to the pool we were fishing. You could probably fit comfortably 2 (MAX 3) people in it, spaced apart at about 20 feet away from each other. So when 2 other guys and a woman came and stood a poles length away from me, I couldn't help but shouting over to The Admiral, "Hey Marla, this is just like Cairns pool". She answered with, "Your father just said the same thing!" Now here I am wondering why The Admiral is keeping us here, but she did eventually say, "lets try somewhere else." I turned to the woman and her ?husband?, "Why don't the two of you learn how to fish." The guy turns and says, "I've probably fished Cairns pool more than you." (I guess he was justifying that he was perfectly entitled to fish where he was fishing?).. I than said, "The two of you should learn a bit of River etiquette." If you're fishing too close to me, I'm going to say something. Anyway, they had the nerve to call me rude! When my father said let's go, I replied with, "Hold on, I need to get my can opener out if I'm going to pry myself out between these two clowns." Hey guys, call me what you want but if I don't like something, you're going to know about it. By the way, I learned that if you fish too close to someone in CT, it's considered harrasement, and I could have filed a complaint against all of them.
We arrived at a very narrow part of the stream. I told the Admiral right from the get go that I don't like small streams and she replied with something to the effect of, "I don't like them either." Well, here we are, fishing a small stream. Maybe her hyperdrive was a bit out of whack? Whatever the reason, we were here fishing this narrow waterway. Unimpressed. My father didn't seam to mind though. He looked like he was being pampered down the river from me and he was even catching fish on nymphs while I only hooked into 1 nice brown on a size 10 Iso Comparadun (he got away).
Next stop was off to lunch. The admiral drove us to a nice little park took out a bowl of fruit, had some chips and cookies and just about everything you can possibly want for lunch. Then came the stove and frying pan and spices... The way she was making our chopped steak looked like it was going to be pretty damned good too, but it didn't pan out that way (get it, 'pan'... she cooked it in a pan)... alright, lousy joke... just kidding. It was ok. She apologized for it being so bland. Of course I told her that she was a wonderful chef, and even helped myself to a little more hoping she wouldn't feel too bad about it. Hey, she tried, and that's what counts.
Off to the last and final spot. We pulled in and there was 1 guy fishing where we wanted to fish. Marla wanted me to fish sorta close to him, but I insisted that I was not going to fish on top of someone. Maybe it's the mindset up there??? I don't know, but there was no way I was going to intrude into this guys pool so I went upstream from him. At this point, my father found a bench and took a nap while I hooked into a few small stocked Atlantic Salmon which are very beautiful little fish. I also had my share of 10" stocked browns and 1 brown which appeared to be wild. Either way, none of them fought very well. Ok, well maybe there was this 1 Rainbow trout. I spotted him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't appear that big, but what did I have to lose at this point? I started casting for him and he finally took. This fish was huge, probably in the 18" - 19" range (depending on the glasses you're wearing at the time)... I started to reel him and he put up very little fight at first. I had him on my line for a good 2 minutes trying to get him close enough to my net. My father started to walk closer to me to get a good look at the fish when all of the sudden he shot off like bat outta hell. The tail on this fish was as big as my hand! Too bad he shot off so fast like that, I would have like to get a photo of him. Losing that fish and laughing about it with my father was the best part of the day, and I can only thank the 9x Varivas that was once again tied onto my leader.
Want my conclusion of the Farmington river? It's highly over rated. If I'm going to fish for stocked trout all day, it's going to be on the Beaverkill or a NJ Stream. The farmington reminded me of a bigger and ever so slightly nicer version of the Pequest. I don't think I could ever go so far out of my way to catch stocked fish. It seems that the river brings quite a lot of money to the local economy. Neither me or my dad would ever fish the river again.
A few things I learned from The Admiral: She helped me learn a new type of cast that I'm sure will come in very useful. I still need a little practice on it, but it will definitely come in quite handy at times (Seriously). The second thing I learned from her is that trout in the Delaware (specifically the WB) only grow to 16" (That's what she caught when she fished it once or twice, so it must be true). And finally, and this doesn't necessarily pertain to The Admiral, but I would never hire a guide to fish again unless I needed someone to row the boat. It's nothing against guides, it's just not my cup of tea. They are only doing their jobs.
Should I hire a guide to navigate the ship down the stream, I'd be very clear with what I was looking for. What I mean by this is that I don't need anyone to net my fish, but you may take a photo of me holding the fish. I don't need anyone telling me how to fish or what fly's to use. I already know this, and if I don't, I'm going to have fun learning on my own whether I catch fish or not. I NEVER want someone to tie my tippet on, I can tie on my own tippet. I NEVER want someone tying my fly on. Please do make me lunch, and although unethical, if you're guiding me and I'm paying you to guide me and I ask you to fish with me and I'm paying you for it, please do as the General says and don't worry about what the other people think, for all they know, I'm your pal from next door and we're spending the day together.
By the way, Please read all of this with a little bit of a sense of humor. I'm actually a somewhat funny guy with an open mind. I can also take a joke. Sometimes things written down like this are taken out of context. A few things here should be taken with a grain of salt. - Regards.
Friday night I left my house at 9:00pm and arrived at the Bed and Breakfast around 12:30am. Yeah, a long ride to catch stocked fish, but I'm an optimist and always try to see the good in things before I see the bad (that's somewhat of an oxymoron). Driving through Connecticut is beautiful (if you like the NJ Turnpike, you'll absolutely love most of what I've seen in Connecticut my past few trips there). The B&B in which I stayed was very quant and the people were extremely nice. I recommend it to anyone wanting to fish the Farmington.
I checked into my room and fell asleep instantly. The following morning, I woke up and enjoyed a nice cooked breakfast at the Gateway Bed & Breakfast in Riverdale. 7:30am an SUV pulled into the driveway, and in came the star of our show in full uniform. What I mean by full uniform is she proudly displays patches like a girl scout on her shirt. For example, one which boldly said, "FFF Certified Fly-fishing Instructor." With all of these patches, I almost wanted to address her, Admiral Blair.
After Breakfast, it was off to the river. The admiral insisted that we suit up and get our gear ready before we left for the river. Marla checked our leaders and tippets to make sure they were to her standards (which they weren't), and proceeded to tie new tippets on using Varivas (YUUUUUK!!!!!) tippet material. My father pleaded with her not to use it (Literally pleaded with her) but she insisted. Hey, she's the guide, and this is what we paid her for, right. (Little river dominatrix never hurt anyone, right?) She also insisted on us using 9x - 10x tippet material. Not 7x or 8x, but 9x or 10x. This was a must. After gearing up, we left for a little fly shop to get our Licenses.
Finally, we were off to the river. The first stop was a nice little place behind the Ovation guitar company. There was 1 person fishing a nice run using one of those 12 foot long rods with the big big big reel and bobber. That would be the second time this season seeing one of those things, and the second time in my life. They are quite a spectacle. Upstream a bit, I made my way into the water and started casting. A few fish were rising here and there which was a good sign. I had a few come up and look at numerous fly's but, I couldn't get one to take. I love fishing like that. I'm sure these trout were fully aware of the fact that I was using Varivas tippet material and wanted nothing to do with anything attached to it, so I switched. (shhh)... 7x Orvis Fluoro, and wouldn't you know it, my first Farmington Brown trout. What a fight (or not)... This fish basically swam back to me and asked me to take the hook out of its mouth. I complied. My father was fishing slightly upstream from me with Marla. He said he was going to enjoy having someone do the work for him. Not me, I like to do the work myself. (Why hire a guide than?)... Needless to say, The Admiral was with my father 95% of the time. They were fishing slightly upstream from me using a (gasp) pink San Juan Worm with three split shots for 2 feet of water. Hey... you've gotta get it down there. It was odd the way the Admiral arranged the split shots though. The first being 1" from the fly, the second about 3" up from that, and the third about another 3" up from that.?.?.?... My father said he thinks he lost more flies that day than an entire season. Luckily they were all hers. Back to the pool we were fishing. You could probably fit comfortably 2 (MAX 3) people in it, spaced apart at about 20 feet away from each other. So when 2 other guys and a woman came and stood a poles length away from me, I couldn't help but shouting over to The Admiral, "Hey Marla, this is just like Cairns pool". She answered with, "Your father just said the same thing!" Now here I am wondering why The Admiral is keeping us here, but she did eventually say, "lets try somewhere else." I turned to the woman and her ?husband?, "Why don't the two of you learn how to fish." The guy turns and says, "I've probably fished Cairns pool more than you." (I guess he was justifying that he was perfectly entitled to fish where he was fishing?).. I than said, "The two of you should learn a bit of River etiquette." If you're fishing too close to me, I'm going to say something. Anyway, they had the nerve to call me rude! When my father said let's go, I replied with, "Hold on, I need to get my can opener out if I'm going to pry myself out between these two clowns." Hey guys, call me what you want but if I don't like something, you're going to know about it. By the way, I learned that if you fish too close to someone in CT, it's considered harrasement, and I could have filed a complaint against all of them.
We arrived at a very narrow part of the stream. I told the Admiral right from the get go that I don't like small streams and she replied with something to the effect of, "I don't like them either." Well, here we are, fishing a small stream. Maybe her hyperdrive was a bit out of whack? Whatever the reason, we were here fishing this narrow waterway. Unimpressed. My father didn't seam to mind though. He looked like he was being pampered down the river from me and he was even catching fish on nymphs while I only hooked into 1 nice brown on a size 10 Iso Comparadun (he got away).
Next stop was off to lunch. The admiral drove us to a nice little park took out a bowl of fruit, had some chips and cookies and just about everything you can possibly want for lunch. Then came the stove and frying pan and spices... The way she was making our chopped steak looked like it was going to be pretty damned good too, but it didn't pan out that way (get it, 'pan'... she cooked it in a pan)... alright, lousy joke... just kidding. It was ok. She apologized for it being so bland. Of course I told her that she was a wonderful chef, and even helped myself to a little more hoping she wouldn't feel too bad about it. Hey, she tried, and that's what counts.
Off to the last and final spot. We pulled in and there was 1 guy fishing where we wanted to fish. Marla wanted me to fish sorta close to him, but I insisted that I was not going to fish on top of someone. Maybe it's the mindset up there??? I don't know, but there was no way I was going to intrude into this guys pool so I went upstream from him. At this point, my father found a bench and took a nap while I hooked into a few small stocked Atlantic Salmon which are very beautiful little fish. I also had my share of 10" stocked browns and 1 brown which appeared to be wild. Either way, none of them fought very well. Ok, well maybe there was this 1 Rainbow trout. I spotted him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't appear that big, but what did I have to lose at this point? I started casting for him and he finally took. This fish was huge, probably in the 18" - 19" range (depending on the glasses you're wearing at the time)... I started to reel him and he put up very little fight at first. I had him on my line for a good 2 minutes trying to get him close enough to my net. My father started to walk closer to me to get a good look at the fish when all of the sudden he shot off like bat outta hell. The tail on this fish was as big as my hand! Too bad he shot off so fast like that, I would have like to get a photo of him. Losing that fish and laughing about it with my father was the best part of the day, and I can only thank the 9x Varivas that was once again tied onto my leader.
Want my conclusion of the Farmington river? It's highly over rated. If I'm going to fish for stocked trout all day, it's going to be on the Beaverkill or a NJ Stream. The farmington reminded me of a bigger and ever so slightly nicer version of the Pequest. I don't think I could ever go so far out of my way to catch stocked fish. It seems that the river brings quite a lot of money to the local economy. Neither me or my dad would ever fish the river again.
A few things I learned from The Admiral: She helped me learn a new type of cast that I'm sure will come in very useful. I still need a little practice on it, but it will definitely come in quite handy at times (Seriously). The second thing I learned from her is that trout in the Delaware (specifically the WB) only grow to 16" (That's what she caught when she fished it once or twice, so it must be true). And finally, and this doesn't necessarily pertain to The Admiral, but I would never hire a guide to fish again unless I needed someone to row the boat. It's nothing against guides, it's just not my cup of tea. They are only doing their jobs.
Should I hire a guide to navigate the ship down the stream, I'd be very clear with what I was looking for. What I mean by this is that I don't need anyone to net my fish, but you may take a photo of me holding the fish. I don't need anyone telling me how to fish or what fly's to use. I already know this, and if I don't, I'm going to have fun learning on my own whether I catch fish or not. I NEVER want someone to tie my tippet on, I can tie on my own tippet. I NEVER want someone tying my fly on. Please do make me lunch, and although unethical, if you're guiding me and I'm paying you to guide me and I ask you to fish with me and I'm paying you for it, please do as the General says and don't worry about what the other people think, for all they know, I'm your pal from next door and we're spending the day together.
By the way, Please read all of this with a little bit of a sense of humor. I'm actually a somewhat funny guy with an open mind. I can also take a joke. Sometimes things written down like this are taken out of context. A few things here should be taken with a grain of salt. - Regards.