We are on vacation in New England to see fall colors, ride trains, and of course: fish. Our first stop with a rod and reel in hand was Concord, Massachusetts. David and I went to Walden Pond (of Henry David Thoreau fame) for assured public access; it was the closest green blotch on the map. It only occurred to me afterwards that Thoreau was a fly fisherman. Finding a spot to fly fish was tough. Much of the bank was closed for restoration and back casting without hooking a tree or a literature enthusiast was challenging.
There are descent numbers of trout, bass, and panfish in Walden Pond. Early on we saw a beautiful rainbow trout rising, but could not get to him. After much searching we found a good spot and got a fly in front of a couple largemouth bass. After about forty minutes of fishing we came up empty, but the “pond” was beautiful and we avoided hooking an English major.
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