Of the four of us who traveled to Colorado to fish the legendary stretches of the South Platte River, I was the most senior of the group, and Doover2 was the youngest. Doover1 and Waymore were much closer to my age than Doover2’s. But not only was there a generational gap between D2 and the
Guest post: Walt Randall’s ‘Imposter’
A note from Walt: My best friend Jim and I dabbled in fly fishing throughout our teenage years. For some reason we never took the time to get any good at it, a fact I think we both came to regret. I don’t know why we didn’t make the necessary commitment…. Maybe we just loved
Colorado Dreaming, Part 3
One of the hardest things to do for a group of friends who are fishing together is to have an exit strategy to leave a river at roughly the same time. Person A hasn’t had a bite in hours and has been patiently biding his time. Just when everyone else is ready to leave, person
Looking for Holdovers
Last weekend I needed some alone time. I love fishing with my buddies, but sometimes I just like fishing alone. But where to go? The Deerfield was still too high to wade fish. The Housatonic was too warm. The East Branch of the Westfield was a little farther than I wanted to drive. I suspected