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
‘Twas the Night Before Fishing
‘Twas the night before fishing It’s 3 am, and I am wide-awake. My alarm is set for 6 am. Three hours of good sleep-time left, and I am squandering it: tossing and turning, not being able to put three good winks together. It’s not caffeine that’s keeping me awake, nor is it bad pizza. I’m