Bracingly-cold water during a heat wave, many fish on dry flies and a new experience. The Mrs. and I learned a few months ago that we would be empty nesters for a few summer weeks and for the first time ever. She suggested that I take her fly fishing. She had never been. Sign. Me.
It was a marathon fishing trip! Details: 10+ hours of fishing per day, PB&Js for lunch, and oodles of fish on dries and wets. Also: friends, laughs and much gratitude. A multi-day fishing trip was in order, given that my work slows down during holidays like July 4th, and my family was out of town
Fishing a new river is always a daunting task. Learning a familiar haunt is arguably more so. In recent weeks, I spent two trips fishing the Androscoggin River. I have blogged at length about my trips to this river. I’ve found that, like any big river, the Andro is anything but consistent. Fishing can turn
There are rivers that live in the common mythos of fly fishing: the San Juan, the Battenkill, the Yellowstone. There also are our local rivers and spots that we hold dear and keep a bit more secret than we probably should. Then, there are those waters that could fit in both categories. Colorado has more