In Your Backyard, by Ben Carmichael, a Globe correspondent, had a subtitle: You don’t have to travel to the West to find some great spots for fly fishing and bird hunting.
I immediately anticipated a great story about Maine. Alas. Here are the first two paragraphs.
“People think they have to fly West to find this,” said Eric Gass, looking out at the rolling hills spread out before us, resplendent in their fall color.
That was last October. Gass is a hunting and fly fishing guide based in the Deerfield River Valley. And he is onto something. For those who live in New England and enjoy chasing both feathers and fins, the conversation about where to go bird hunting and fly fishing for trout is so often about someplace else. The consistent call is to head to the American West. The assumption is that there couldn’t be anything worthwhile close to home. Could there?
Of course there could be. Just a couple of hours away in Maine. At this point, I eagerly anticipated the revelation that Maine offers great fall bird hunting and angling. But no. A photo below that paragraph in the Globe trumpeted the fact that “The fly fishing and bird hunting by the Deerfield River can be as good as anything out West.”
Why not Maine? Well, here is the sad (for this Mainer) end of that Globe story.
“Unfortunately we can’t fly out to Montana every weekend,” Bonzagni said. “But you can get a taste of it every weekend in Western Mass.”
Photo: Maine writer Bob Mallard, in the Deerfield River