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Mountain streams, ponds offer Red River anglers plenty of action
RED RIVER, N.M. — When trout fishing in the waters in the Sangre de Cristo Mountain range, you have two choices, the pristine, clear streams or any of the various ponds which are stocked throughout the year. Obviously, there is an advantage to each. There seems to be no better place on earth when you are standing in or by a fast-flowing mountain stream, surrounded by an Alpine forest, almost chilled to the bone (in July, at that) and carefully drifting a fly across a small pocket near a rocky bank. You hold your breath as you await the lightning-fast hit of a rainbow, brown, brook or cutthroat trout. The streams are stocked well and often by the Department of New Mexico Game & Fish with most experienced anglers culling to a five-fish limit (in most areas) or catching and releasing in order to perpetuate the existence of many trout.
Sewage plant mishap kills trout in Dog River
A chemical release by a municipal sewage plant is being blamed for killing a significant number of fish last week on one of Vermont's premier wild trout streams.
Fish were killed on more than a half-mile stretch of the Dog River below the Northfield sewage treatment plant. An angler alerted state fisheries biologist of dead fish Monday afternoon.
According to Northfield Village Manager Charles Morse, an infusion of chlorine was accidentally leaked into the Dog River from the sewage treatment plant as work was being done to upgrade the facility's chlorinating system.
"We knew we released chlorine, but we didn't detect a problem until later on," Morse said. "We're upset that we killed fish, obviously; we try to be as environmentally conscious as we can be."
Morse said the spill affected a stretch of river about 0.6 of a mile long, from below the sewage plant to the mouth of Cox Brook, a major tributary of the Dog.
Flyfishing gets its hooks into the girl about town
To be honest, I'd class myself as more of a socialising and shopping girl than one who messes about on the river. But this was the Four Seasons, the hotel brand that's a byword for stylish luxury, and if it was pitching fishing as the latest activity for the girl about town, maybe it was time I swapped my wedges for waders. This was going to be deluxe fishing: fishing where you don't have to touch the fish, fishing with champagne and sandwiches back at the hotel. Basically, it's having a laugh, standing in the sunshine at a pond in the country and then having a spa treatment. My previous experience with the rod was hardly a success. When I was a child my father took my younger sister and me fishing at Sandy Balls holiday park in the New Forest. We didn't catch anything, so dad had the cunning idea of buying some fish fingers from the site shop and putting them in our nets for mum to cook back at the caravan.
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