It’s been a fly-fishing holiday weekend. And, there has been some incredible dry-fly action. First up, I took the Mrs. to the Swift on Friday morning. It was her second time fly fishing and her first to the Swift. She fished, I guided. We met some nice guys who were doing well Euronymphing over a

There are plans. Then, there are fly-fishing plans. The latter often don’t go as scripted. Yesterday’s didn’t, but what an evening Sulphur hatch. I like structuring my days and weeks and am partial to planning. But, as we anglers all know, there’s only so much planning that works with fly fishing. Due to luck or

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

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