. . . There’s a segment of fly anglers who will
There’s another segment of fly fishers who
The majority of us are fishermen, just having
Articles in the Category Stories
Life On the Water
Accomplished and skilled fly fishing requires
Patagonia Nymphing
I don’t know another time when I approached a
Dry Flies In the Patagonia Wind
An account of our last and favorite day in
Forgiving Flies
This is one of the most amazing times to be on
. . . This morning, I’m leaning on my favorite
What Fishing Does to Your Brain
Fishing captivates us because it provides two of the three things we need to be happy — something to work on and something to look forward to. What’s the third key to happiness? Someone to love. And for the angler, we’d be wise to choose someone who loves us back, enough to care about and listen to our fishing stories.
I’m thankful for all of this . . .
Perspective, From the Salt to the Limestone
Nothing opens the aperture of life better than time away from your daily routine. Vacations are an intermission between acts, providing time to stretch your legs, consider what you’ve seen and prepare for what’s to come.
. . . This past week in saltwater provided that intermission and granted me perspective at just the right time.
PODCAST: That’s Not Fly Fishing | What It Is, What It Isn’t, Who Cares
Every angler draws their own lines for what fly fishing is. And this episode is not just for talking through what fly fishing might be and where each of us might draw the lines. Instead, we’d like to acknowledge the absurdity of the lines themselves — the decisions we make about what is fly fishing and what is not . . .
Three Inches Makes the Difference
How many times have I assumed that no trout would eat, when all I needed was a different target? How many trout did I pass earlier this morning because I was complacent about my drifts? “Good enough” was my mindset. “Close enough” were my terms, but the trout were on a different page . . .
PODCAST: This Is The End — A Story
And then . . . the line . . . broke. Silence filled the valley when echoes of his exasperation finished the chorus.
The fisherman’s hands were wet and shaking as he doubled over. He surrendered to the surface fog and knelt from the heavy punch to his gut.
PODCAST: Fish It Anyway — A Story
I watched Smith walk toward the access, toward home, toward the rest of life — into the lights, into the warmth, into the friendships. I stayed with the river and remained alone — pensive in the rain, resolute in the wind . . .