The holy water of fly fishing

Posted on June 7, 2012 |

• Sports Column

By Matt Dickerson

It was late Wednesday afternoon, May 23. I was wading knee-deep in a small New England river. All afternoon, caddis flies had been coming off the water in steady numbers. Though not breathtaking, it was certainly a decent hatch by any standards. I had already caught three nice brook trout, all wild and more than 14 inches. I had also lost three more, one of which was 20 inches or more and fought me for several minutes in a deep pool cut by whitewater.

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