I’ve never had much luck fishing out east. I should qualify that. I’ve never had uch luck fishing in rivers out east. Thankfully, as tends to happen from time to time, that bout of bad luck ended yesterday evening on the Sugar River. I’ve fished the Sugar River a few times before – it’s an absolutely beautiful river with a gorgeous stretch of fly-fishing only waters around Newport, NH. After getting fed up with being in the library all day, yesterday I headed out at 3pm to see if I could finally catch something. With a bead-head Prince and strike indicator on the end of the line, I set out, and caught fish I did. I didn’t fish for too long – maybe just a couple hours – and didn’t catch tons of fish – only four – but what a joyous four those fish were. All rainbows, between 10 and 14 inches. Let them all go to be caught another day. (Hopefully that day will be sometime soon)
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- Picture taken from an old railroad bridge that crosses the river.
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- The main access to the river is an old railroad track that has been converted to a recreational-use trail.
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- This was the biggest one I caught – put up quite a fight for a guy his size
