Chris Hunt over at Eat Mote Brook Trout has submitted pretty much every high quality blogger alive to his 20 Question Challenge. So with those guys out of the way, he decided to ask me. Hope you enjoy.
Quinn Grover
So I am still without camera after the unfortunate meeting of my DSLR and the South Fork of the Snake. So last weekend when I was up on the Lochsa for the first time I was reduced to the camera on my two-year-old smartphone (I think two years in smart phone technology is akin to […]
Something of a follow up to Mark’s earlier post. Back in the days of my old blog I wrote a review of the Low and Clear trailer. Yes a review of a trailer. That is how impressed I was with the idea of Low and Clear. Here’s an excerpt: And the best stories are often […]
Josh Bergen wrote about the slightly alarming rise of water temperatures on some of our Western rivers over at his blog Troutbugs. I had been thinking about this same topic on July 4 when I drove up to the lower Henry’s Fork at 8 a.m. hoping for a PMD hatch and didn’t see a fish […]
Mark (SOL) over at Headhunters wins my Fly Fishing Ethics Post of the Year award (I know, its only June, but I feel confident about this) with this gem: Again, have seen some bullshit boat move recently. Dude, give that bankie some room. I think some boat fellows are not very polite. Remember that those […]
I think I probably first read about the Quigley Cripple in a Jack Dennis book, but I can’t really remember. These were the days when I spent a lot of time dreaming about fishing flat-water, dry fly Meccas like Silver Creek or the Missouri River or Bob Quigley’s Hat Creek and very little time realizing […]
I tend to think that we fly fishing anglers have something of a schizophrenic relationship with dams. By this I mean we are of two minds on the subject, and those two minds seem to operate best when they feel the other does not exist. The popular opinion, of course, is that dams are inherently […]
A week from today I will be in the midst of my first major trip of the year, a couple of days on the Missouri river near Craig, MT, hopefully throwing dries and streamers (and the occasional pink nymph) to browns and rainbows of various sizes and dispositions. I’ve still yet to replace the camera […]
My dad taught me how to cast–Maclean style on the back lawn. He taught me how to tie my first fly–a woolly worm. We’ve spent time on rivers and lakes and in cars and trucks traveling to and from those places. I believe those moments can’t be obtained in other ways, not exactly. Something about […]
I was born and raised and taught to fly fish in Utah. Now I live a mere 3.5 hours to the north of the Beehive State so perhaps its natural that I tend to have some part of my eyes and ears trained on the state. One way to follow the goings on to the […]
I am not sure when I first started obsessively reading the back page of Fly Fisherman magazine. I imagine I was in high school, but I might have been slightly younger or a little older. I am pretty sure I hadn’t left for college yet because I remember hunting and pecking through a stack of […]
