About

The tradition continues.
An appreciation for the natural world runs deep in my family. My late grandfather was a post-WWII surfcaster, my uncle is a dyed-in-the-wool woodsman, and my father is a lifelong birder and hiker. A passion for the great outdoors was instilled in me at an early age, and it was fishing, more than any other hobby, that took hold and hasn't let go. 

Southern New England has been an ideal setting to kindle this flame. I grew up in a coastal town on Long Island Sound with decent saltwater fishing in my backyard and ample freshwater options a stone's throw away. That diversity in year-round angling opportunities has always appealed to meno matter what the season, there is always a style of fishing or target species to look forward to. 

Documenting trips to look back on and share with friends and family has always been important to me. That's why The Connecticut Yankee existsto serve as a depository for memorable outdoor experiences from over the years. The posts may ebb and flow in frequency, yet this blog is always here to browse like a good book and add to when time permits. No matter how many years pass, these posts act like a time machine that bring me right back to that river I was wading in or frozen lake I was standing on. Talented friends of mine share here too on occasionhaving their different writing styles and experiences in the mix helps keep things interesting.  

Keeping the torch going.

As will happen, family obligations have increased in recent years and fishing trips (and writing about said trips) have taken a backseat for a while. I still get out when I can and appreciate those days on the water more than ever before. My main focus is being the best dad I can be and enjoying the ride along the way. One of the many perks of fatherhood has been introducing my two girls to the things that 
my father, grandfather, and uncle taught me. I am keeping the torch going. 

Thank you for dropping by.

Kierran 




My grandfather had salt in his veins.


I have my uncle to thank for passions like fly fishing and artifact hunting. 

My father taught me to appreciate nature and is the reason I carry binoculars wherever I go.