Although I fish frequently, I'd never taken a day off of work specifically to fish– until Friday. I decided a few weeks back it would be a good way to make the transition from 29 to 30 even though that wouldn't technically happen until Saturday. I spent the week reading reports, memorizing maps and tying flies… Read more...

After a successful weekend of fishing, I had some new protein in my fridge: Two largemouth bass fillets and a whole brown trout. I remember early on Saturday morning the exact moment I hooked the trout: I had drifted a pheasant tail nymph and a Beckstrom Special through some riffles and let it sink into… Read more...

Saturday morning I returned to the scene of the crime as it were: the first place I ever fly fished. A couple years ago, Rob and I headed to the river after a quick workshop on fly casting. We both caught trout! Ever since that first time I have been completely smitten with fly fishing. Lately… Read more...

I fish a lot, and those frequent excursions take their toll on my waders. They are usually damp. That combined with a few small holes and the summer heat create a perfect storm of olfactory horror. There are a few leaks in the neoprene seams at my feet, which means after a few hours of… Read more...