A family affair.
An appreciation for the natural world runs deep in my family. My maternal grandfather grew up on the water and surfcasting was his therapy of sorts after returning home from WWII. My uncle Derrick is a dyed-in-the-wool woodsman, from fur trapping to ice climbing, he has done it all at one time or another. My father is a lifelong naturalist and organized birding walks were a regular occurrence during my upbringing. All that to say, 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 saltwater fishing, clamming, and crabbing 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 to look forward to or species to target.  

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.  

The tradition continues.
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 lit. 

Thank you for dropping by.


My grandfather had salt in his veins.

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

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

My father also gave me an appreciation for history. Here we are honoring our ancestor on a Civil War battlefield in Virginia.