Yes, yes, everybody knows - fishing. Yes, I drove more miles
to catch no fish than I ever have before in my life, over 1,000 miles in fact.
But you know what? I'd do it over again. The plan was to head to upstate New
York to fish the lower Niagara River
for big browns, steelhead and lake trout. This is the time of year when the
crowds begin to thin, the temperatures drop, and the fishing really heats up.
My brother had hooked me up with accommodations thanks to his supply of hotel
points, but wouldn't be joining me as he was stuck somewhere in the remote
south west of New Zealand in Fox Glacier, but that's another story all
together. The plan was for my son Danny and I to drive up to Niagara Falls, NY
Friday evening, fish Saturday with Capt. Mark “Sparky”McGranahan, make our own way along the river around Art Park on Sunday, and
maybe hit up a few of the tribs on the way back Monday. We were prepped for an
epic father/son weekend of non-stop fishing!
Capt. Sparky called Thursday
before our departure with news that the
We woke to clearing skies and
45+ mph winds. Fishing the Niagara was completely out of the question, and
neither Danny nor myself felt like driving over an hour back the way we came to
hit some smaller, more protected locations. Instead, we went sight seeing at
the falls and up to
I was bound and determined to
at least say we'd fished the
Monday started with an early
departure from
The fishing sucked, the catching
was non-existant, the driving was long and tiring, and thoughts of returning to
work the next day were depressing. Danny and I have been on tons of trips far
more successful than this. Still, I got to get away with my boy, and that makes
up for everything else!













