Look at the ashes on those bueno cubanos! Linden and I must have held that pose for a good thirty minutes, not impractical considering our libational disposition.
Cabin Row in the vicinity of Loutville. Sky so blue you’d think I Photoshopped it.
David and Linden enjoy the Breakfast of Champions on-deck at Cabin 23.
I can’t state with conviction which Float year these were taken, but you may be confident that I’ll never wear that hat again.
Brother Lipkin is all smiles as he shows off this beauty, taken on the Connecticut River near Pittsburg, New Hampshire.
These are a couple of snapshots of past adventures that Doc sent me several weeks ago. Whatever stories may be told behind these photos will have to wait until Doc and Bert get their login credentials. Observant Louts will doubtless notice how Guide Wayne Aldridge isn’t trusting Doc to handle that little trout.
David Lipkin sent along a couple of photos of his new digs on the Connecticut River in New Hampshire and reports that “Trout Lout Camp North is open for business with fine spring fishing on the mighty Connecticut River from Pittsburg south. Great float and wading in many areas with best floating from Colebrook to the Columbia bridge.”
I can’t wait to inaugurate this tasty-looking spa with a fragrant $10 cheroot.
Doc Hatton forwarded along this photo of Bert Minerley and an unidentified guide. I don’t have any other information about the location, date, tackle used, or content of Bert’s flask, but the fish was just too impressive to keep to myself. Perhaps when Doc and Bert show up here in-person, they’ll supply a backstory worthy of these critters…
I went out wading with JD on small Ontario tributary a couple weeks ago. Had a real good time in spite of rain and sleet. He knows his stuff. Caught a steelhead around 15 pounds and a 10 pound brown. Late in the day hooked into a something that let me get my leader butt over the top guide, then took off like the Midnight Special, took a hundred yards of backing, went under a bridge, wrapped around a snag and broke off a 1X tippet. We never got a good look at it but JD guessed it was a 30+ pound salmon fresh out of the lake. His comment: “That reel’s not so bad after all. I thought it was going to explode but it didn’t.” Like they said in the movie, I’m gonna need a bigger boat.
I hit the salt with Shore Catch Guide Service on Saturday. Despite the best efforts of our guide, Capt. Kevin Halek, we only managed 4 runts for 3 anglers. The fall bass season is going to be another late one this year. I hear tales of fish the past couple of days now that the winds have switched steadily to the north and northwest. I hope some of you salty dogs can get out the next few days, I cannot. I’m headed to the hollers of Pensyltucky to hunt Bambi’s father and shoot many, many, many high powered firearms! Have a great Thanksgiving everyone!
Not sure if I’ve shared this with all of the Louts. On the Saturday of last year’s trip, Linden and I headed up to the no-kill on the West Branch for some wade fishing. No hatches were coming off so we were forced to nymph the faster water, knowing that the Hendricksons would eventually come off in the afternoon. I waded across the river to the far side while Lindy was up stream in the riffs. He hooked a good fish and it took off downstream. By good fish, I don’t mean one of those beautiful 18″ -20″ browns, I’m talking about the biggest damn fish I ever saw in that river! Read the rest of this entry »
This fat brownie couldn’t resist my streamer on a high-water day on the East Branch in 2003. That’s guide Wayne Aldridge holding the net (although any fool can see that that fish is going nowhere until I release my kung-fu anal “bota grip.” PETA advocates and other close observers will please note that this gal is smiling appropriately).
