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
Author: Jo Tango
A Father-Daughter Float on the Swift River
Edit: We fished an area that isn’t accessible from shore due to private property and tough access. And, it is too deep for wading. In fact, we didn’t see any shore-bound or wading anglers. Writing this in case people are concerned that Chris floats the heavily-waded areas of the Swift. He does not. I don’t
The 8x Blues
During a pandemic, when every day starts to feel about the same, my fly-fishing outings have started to blur together, too. This wasn’t intended to be a dry-fly summer, and, trust me, I’m not complaining. But, I’m feeling the need to mix things up next time. Yesterday found me again waking up at 2:30 and
Bill Hager: ‘The Truth About the Drag-Free Drift’
Here is another funny guest post from blog reader, Bill Hager, who is a chaplain at MIT, a freelance writer, and an avid fly angler from Boston. For two full days and one morning, I had my butt kicked by a destination river, the South Holston in east Tennessee. According to those who make their