There aren’t any glossy photos of kick-ass fish in this post. That’s because I didn’t catch any today. I fished starting at dawn and devoted all of my time to streamers. And, not just any streamers, but those that were six- to eight-inches and articulated. They were the low-probability option on a winter’s day. I
Chumming and Illegal Barbed Hooks
Last spring, I was at the Farmington and heard a lot of yelling. A fly angler was saying something to a centerpinner. The latter eventually walked away. Later, I scooted over to the fly angler and got the download. He saw the centerpinner chumming, and he suspected the angler was fishing with a barbed hook,
To Deceive
It wasn’t all wine and roses for my fishing outing at the Farmington. Shelf ice, one slip, cold water, and even colder rain made for an adventure. But, the bonus was that hardly anyone was out. I started off at dawn chucking big streamers. It was a quintessential roll of the dice on a winter
Interview: Steve Dally of Dally’s Ozark Fly Fisher
I posted a streamer tie on Instagram and tagged Dally’s Ozark Fly Fisher. A Concord Outfitters group will be fishing with Dally’s at Arkansas’ famed White River, known for its monster browns. Wouldn’t you know it, but Steve Dally himself generously reached out with some advice, something he didn’t have to do. If you’re into