I was feeling pretty good about things on Saturday morning. The temperature was 13 °F when I started fishing the Swift River, but I was armed with my winter fly-fishing essentials and felt comfortable. Trout were willing to take flies. Old flies worked. New flies did not. Tightlining rocked. Indicator nymphing completely failed. The action
Fly fishing is amazing. Fly fishing with friends is even better. I’ve said that before, and I really mean it. Today, Alex, Ashu and I got together. What was supposed to be a half-day ended up being much longer. There were many laughs, many fish, and a few tears when fish popped off. Ashu and
Not every fly fishing professional is a member of Team USA like Lance Egan, but, instead, is a pillar of our local communities. View this post on Instagram Likely the biggest bass of the herring run now that my river's blueback run is tapering off. It's been a brutal season of long nights and small fish.
Well, it was more of the same yesterday for Jamie and me. We fished at many spots and had a good day finding some wild and stocked fish. We did run into a young father, whose wife was on the bank, carrying their baby. We gave up one of our spots and gave to him