I’m not sure what it is about blog team member, Ashu Rao. Every time I fish with him, I’ve had an extraordinary outing. Maybe it is good karma, as Ashu is one of the kindest anglers out there, the person who shares flies with strangers and makes friends instantly with everyone with whom he meets.
It’s been a fly-fishing holiday weekend. And, there has been some incredible dry-fly action. First up, I took the Mrs. to the Swift on Friday morning. It was her second time fly fishing and her first to the Swift. She fished, I guided. We met some nice guys who were doing well Euronymphing over a
I don’t think you ever can truly figure out trout. But, that’s a good thing. Last Sunday, I found a decent morning bug hatch, and fish rose willingly. The late-afternoon hatch was decent, but rises were few. This was the opposite of last time, when a dead morning later transformed into an epic, afternoon Sulphur
Here is a guest post from blog reader, Bill Hager, who is a chaplain at MIT, a freelance writer, and an avid fly fisherman from Boston. Technically, Thursday was a workday. Fishing never crossed my mind more than three or four times all morning. Thursday was one of those days in the office when I