Here is another humorous guest post from Bill Hager. It was the first time I had ever been in a morgue. It was a shock to see my fly fishing buddy stretched out on the table, awaiting identification by a friend or relative. “Yep, that’s Doover,” I told the coroner. “What was the cause of
Author: Jo Tango
Ready for Fall
Fellow blogger Ashu Rao had good advice. He said that we should fish on Sunday with low expectations. The water was low, temps were due to climb to 90 °F, and the trout had been pounded. We met up early in the morning with the hopes that we could intersect with Tricos, that interminably tiny
Flipping the Script
It was the same cast and the same stage. But the script was different, as the fish didn’t cooperate. I ventured from our house yesterday at 3 am, armed with Trico dries, spinners, and lightly-weighted sunken spinners. I had tied up some ant patterns, too. It felt like the right line-up for an August fly-fishing
The Wild Ride
If you’ve ever been to Disney and have been on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, you’ll have a feel for how my fishing day went. It was filled with twists and turns and surprises around each bend. The day started innocently enough, with me awaiting a Trico hatch and spinner fall that didn’t happen. It’s early