After getting skunked the three times I went fishing in Winter of 2022, I was beginning to think that I was doomed to never catch a trout again. During each effort, I went through my ritual of pep talks that I give myself when I’m losing hope: They’ve got to eat sometime! There’s going to
Normalcy
I fished today after a three-month hiatus, and was it ever so sweet. As you may recall, I’ve been holding two jobs (I’m teaching again at a local business school), which has been both mentally and physically draining. The prospect of long drives to a cold river in winter for a fish or two at
Bob Christmann: ‘Memories’
I have kept many of my trips and outings detailed in logs over the years. This has served several purposes. I can refer to them to compare what conditions were then and are like now. I can compare the good years and not so good. (Can’t say there are any really bad ones). I can
Rabid Otter
About 15 years ago, after many years of being a spincast trout fisherman, I was just getting my feet wet as a fly fisherman. I’d been fly fishing a few times, but had always had my fly fishing mentor there to help me out. The fly fishing bug had me in its grasp, but I