Fishing has been pretty episodic and slow for me this autumn. It is self-inflicted, as I again have two jobs this fall while I teach at a local business school and have limited time. I’ve also been targeting areas with fewer fish and doing “dries or die” with tiny flies and light tippet. For the
Colorado Dreaming, Part 4
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