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 […]
Why I Fish
I like the places water goes. I’ve been lucky enough to stay off of a plane for several months now, though there is something fascinating to ponder as one jets from one airport beehive to another. From 30,000 feet it only takes a smidgen of watchful imagination to see how water has shaped and formed […]
Ok, I know most of what a trout eats is roughly 3/8 of an inch long and a dark, muddy brown, black or green. The subtle iridescence of my favorite blue-winged olive soft hackle, particularly pondered while standing in prime water, say the Deschutes or Fire Hole, is bewitching. Classic salmon flies are drop-dead gorgeous […]
Water, moving water, especially water on a freestone creek or river – has long held deep fascination. Doesn’t matter if it’s a tiny upper Gallatin headwater crossable in a single stride or a wide shallow bend on the Missouri (like down around the Mountain Palace), the freestone waters of the mountain country are magical. Just […]
One of the things I’ve enjoyed the most about fly fishing over the years has been hanging with other fishers. Sure, fly fishing has its share of asshats, misanthropes, cynics and soreheads. But thankfully most fishers don’t fall into one of those categories. I’ve met many an amiable fly fisher while wandering various rivers, boat […]
Ah, the holiday season is upon us, ushering in a flurry of hustle and bustle with a big helping of food, friends and family. Ah, family time at the holidays. Long time readers might remember that She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO) and I (particularly I) have long been the black sheep of the family. […]
