I’m not really sure if you could call it an outing. More like a long drive there and back while listening to podcasts with some fishing in-between. You could say that low-percentage days aren’t worth the effort, and you would be right. But, I fished a half-day any way. I’m a sucker for high water
Author: Jo Tango
At Long Last
With some autumn rain at long last upon us, our rivers became swollen and the banks were scoured once again by rising water. It was a perfect opportunity to sling big, articulated streamers with my seven-weight. At dawn, it was a chilly 29 °F and warranted some nitrile gloves to keep my hands dry. They
A False Start
With all of the great writers on this blog, I’m resigned to the fact that my posts are plain-vanilla and quite pedestrian. The other guys are damn-good writers, and it is a privilege to be associated with them. But, since we all write to pull our own weight and contribute to the team’s effort, here’s
At Long Last
Honestly, it was starting to get discouraging. Every Saturday or Sunday, I have been getting up early to be on the water before dawn. My goal? Intersect a robust Trico hatch and spinner fall. At long last, the stars aligned this past weekend, and I saw quite a few gulpers feasting on fallen bugs. It