Forget seed catalog, time to take out tackle

An adventurous fly-fisherman tried his luck on the Housatonic River on Saturday, March 15. Photo by Patrick L. Sullivan

It’s March 11. The sun is shining, and at noon it’s about 50 degrees outside.

There are spring training baseball games on the radio. (The Mets are now on WOR, 710-AM.)

The Mount Everest of plowed snow in my yard has shrunk to the size of a minor Matterhorn. The chipmunks are back. I expect a sighting of the albino skunk who lives under my living room any minute.

What does this mean?

It means it’s time to dig out the fishing tackle and have a look.

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