Tales, Tips, and Tactics

For me fly fishing has always been a sort of spiritual experience, a way to worship the world around. Late August in the Big Thompson...

Something about a river bend It will never let me rest Never let me stop It holds a mystery, a power that just won’t let go What could be...

Often the image most people have when it comes to fly fishing is someone standing in a river, stagnant, casting line out over and over. I...

Sometimes the fish win, and that’s okay. Despite the planning, despite the hours spent at the tying bench, the days spent reading,...