Reading blog reader Nicholas’s comment (below the post here) made me realize something: there’s tremendous luck that goes with fly fishing. The luck happens when you fish a run that no one has yet hit and disturbed. It occurs when you are nymphing, ready to cast at the end of the drift…and, find a fish
Author: Jo Tango
Finding Mojo
Well, it was definitely a weird fishing day for me. Maybe it was coincidence, but two other blog team members, at a different river, reported the same thing: rising fish that were very selective. On Sunday, I again found myself stalking for morning trout with dries. It was very frustrating to see dimples and float
An Evening Float with Chris Jackson
I think one of the most enduring parts of fly fishing is not the fish, the flies, or the trips. It is the people whom you meet. I did a Bucket List foray to fish for monster browns at Arkansas’s White River (prior post here). Concord Outfitters set it up, and I ended up rooming
The Quest Continues
Schedules worked out. I was able to have a double-header weekend and fished five hours on Saturday and eight hours on Sunday. After all the sadness and horror I felt about George Floyd’s murder, I was grateful to hit the water. Words cannot express my anger and sorrow…. I pursued dries-or-die each morning. I’ve been