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 an avid 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 year-round freshwater opportunities a stone's throw away. That diversity in angling has always appealed to me—no matter what the season, there is always a species or style of fishing to look forward to. 

Documenting trips to look back on and share with friends and family has always been important me. That's why The Connecticut Yankee exists—to serve as a depository for memorable outdoor experiences from over the years. The posts here ebb and flow in frequency, yet this blog is always there to browse like a good book and add to when time permits. No matter how many years have passed, these posts act like a time machine that brings 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 occasion—having their different writing styles and experiences in the mix helps keep things interesting.  

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. They're just fish anyway and they'll always be there. I'm doing the dad thing now and loving it, especially introducing my little girls to the things that my father, grandfather, and uncle taught me. Keeping the torch going. 

Thanks for dropping by.

Kierran 

My grandfather had salt in his veins.

My uncle introduced me to a slew of hobbies like fly fishing and artifact hunting. 

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