Everyone has his faults. I have more than my share. One that I have been noticing lately is that I’m not happy doing just one thing at a time, especially while I am fishing. Why can’t I just finish one thing before trying to do something else? If I hadn’t tried to tear the wrapper
At Long Last
With some autumn rain at long last upon us, our rivers became swollen and the banks were scoured once again by rising water. It was a perfect opportunity to sling big, articulated streamers with my seven-weight. At dawn, it was a chilly 29 °F and warranted some nitrile gloves to keep my hands dry. They
Last Chance Dance at Rapid River
A short water release video of a Rapid River brook trout in spawning colors. “You guys should come back the last week in September.” These were the parting words that I had heard three months earlier in mid-June from the manager at Lakewood Camps. As I made my way down to the dock at the
Say Yes to the Dress
It is easier for a man to cast a fly through the eye of a needle than to find a perfectly matched angling partner. I sometimes wonder whether is it harder to find a suitable mate than the ideal fishing friend. So many aspects of a fishing tandem have to fall within fairly narrow boundaries