Bluelining Dirty Jersey
O ONE IS GOING to cancel their annual trip to the Bighorn or the Madison to spend a week on Hakihokake Creek or Beatty’s Brook or any of the other few dozen wild trout streams you’ve never heard of that run through my home state of New Jersey. Yet here in our most densely populated state, an oddball gallery of lightly fished trout waters persist, and even thrive. Some are tiny rills that twist through lonely alder swamps or wander past remnant woodlands and farm fields. Still others hide in plain sight next to roaring interstates or behind condo complexes. Trout rise, 18-wheelers jake-brake, leaf blowers wail,
