After two fruitless ice-in-the-guides forays to ponds (Big Cliff in Nickerson and Little Pond in Plymouth), I played hooky last week and fished Stony Brook in Weston.
The short story is that I caught a half-dozen trout on *dry* flies. The longer story involves figuring out that that was what I should do and finding a place to do it.
It was a fine time, in any event.