When I moved from Pennsylvania to New England, I was initially very discouraged that the swampy rivers and hit or miss tail waters were nothing like my Keystone trout haunts. In retrospect, it was a bad attitude to have. After a few years I warmed up to the diverse opportunities that were in my backyard. I brainstormed, problem solved, and troubleshot my way through figuring out a new way of trout fishing.

As I fussed over getting familiar with local trout rivers, I completely overlooked what should have been an immediate go-to. I realize now that the biggest opportunity that took too far long for a three-weight aficionado to appreciate was only a few miles away.

The ocean.