On a bank of the Connecticut River, with the Hartford skyline part of the night view, John Tsilfides holds a fishing pole with both hands as he tries to maintain balance at the water’s edge and slip on a pair of boots. He’s reeling in a fish.
“It’s a catfish,” he says, and his disappointment is apparent. “I just know. I’ve been fishing my whole life. I can tell by the way it’s moving.”