Long overdue, I brought my wife to the West Branch Farmington River recently for her first taste of fly fishing. I wanted her intial experi...

As the smell of campfire smoke still lingers on my gear, I'm trying to acclimate back to reality.  My favorite weekend of the year has c...

During a walk over the weekend, I was fortunate to stumble on a small quartz point along the water's edge. It's not the prettiest o...

With our annual Opening Day camping trip fast approaching, today was a prep and scouting mission of sorts. It had been a while since I fly ...

In heavily developed southern Connecticut, it is very difficult locating spots that still consistently yield Native American artifacts. Man...