I find the Hendrickson dry-fly hatch to be out of reach, usually. In my early days, it was self-inflicted, as I focused on tightlining and wets. Then, when I got into dries, a myriad of obstacles got in the way: wind, water that was too high, older anglers arriving early to claim the dry-fly spots,
Author: Jo Tango
Happy to Be Back
I received my first vaccine shot a few weeks ago, and I immediately planned a fishing trip and rallied the blog team for a separate jaunt to Maine. It was thrilling once again to ponder travel and new possibilities. These vaccines have been miracles, and I cannot imagine where we would be without them. Last
Amazed and Amazing
Sometimes, it all comes together. You wish it happened more often. But after a lean period of winter fly fishing, just one productive outing is more than enough. I met up with Joe Drake, fellow blog team member and a guy who is the best caster with whom I’ve ever fished. Joe doesn’t float bobbers,
Memories
With Midges, Caddis, and Stoneflies galore, and the water nearing 50 °F, the fish were not in the faster water where I had thought they would be. Nor were there many risers. Instead, I found them in the back one-third of certain runs, in the quiet seams and dark patches where there are buckets and