This is still one of my most memorable days on the water. It's burned in deep. Read: Perfect Peace
Search Month: June 2017
Of Mice and Fishermen
Night fishing isn’t for everyone. And for that I’m thankful, because the prime attraction for me is solitude. I like the exquisite loneliness of the dark. Mix in the edgy spark of fear every so often, and an unusual feeling hangs on the black curtains limiting your...
Backcast | Muddy Meathead
Backcast to this memory from two years ago. Camping, Dad, the boys, muddy water and big wild trout. ... Two hours of daylight left on the third day of Summer Camp 2015. Read: Muddy Meathead
A Slidable Dry Dropper System
A friend of mine once described a truly slidable, easily movable, dry dropper as the Holy Grail of fly fishing. I suppose it depends on where your goals and interests lie, but if you like fishing nymphs under a dry, then you’ve surely wished the dry fly was easily re-positioned without tying more knots. There is a way . . .
Update | DIY — Bar Boots
Bar boots provide amazing traction in most rivers, and they save the wear on your boot soles. This updated version of the do-it-yourself Bar Boots Troutbitten article contains a few more details that I've learned in the last two years. Read Here: DIY - Bar Boots Read...
Relocation as a Productive Fishing Strategy
** This post is from contributing author, Pat Burke. ** Twenty minutes after I posted the Take Five article, last week, I received this message from my friend, Pat Burke: “Just so you know, I strongly disagree with your post today.” He followed that with a smiley...
Backcast | Take Five
Here's one from the Troutbitten archives, an on-the-water story with one of my favorite tips stuck in the middle. Take Five ... The lack of production today is killing me. I’ve looked forward to this trip for weeks: tying flies, scanning maps, reviewing old photos and...
Border Collie and the Thunderstorm
The border collie sensed incoming weather before I did. Under the contrast of black on white, beneath mottled pink skin and between the ears, was a group of unknown senses, not just for the weather, but for a number of intangibles I never seemed to recognize. He...