There’s something good and right about fly fishing with a friend when the noise of the world is a bit too persistent. There’s something even better and almost just when it happens during a pandemic. And, so it was on Saturday when fellow blog writer, Jamie Carr, and I met up to fish. Jamie and
Low Expectations
I took a trip to the Cocheco with good friends Lars and Tyler on Friday afternoon. The recent warm weather had us chomping at the bit to get out and, luckily, we found our opportunity. March fishing by definition is fickle. Fish are still in their wintering lies, activity is slow, and bite windows are
Focus on What Matters
Focus on what matters. Namely, that’s family and fishing. Maybe in that order. And, then, friends. Friends who fish, then other friends. Wait, do any of us have friends that aren’t already fishing, too? All joking aside, I find myself in Indiana, helping my parents get prepped for what is likely to be a really
The Jackpot Fish
Like anything, it takes a while to learn fly fishing. You have to commit to learning a plethora of skills. Knots, fly selection, and casting come to mind. Then, later, reading water and casting angles. As you go further down The Rabbit Hole, you may eventually skip the bobber and begin focusing on dry flies.