BLOG: THE UPSTREAM MEND
WADING IN GRATITUDE
This morning, on the eve of Thanksgiving and on the first of several days off from teaching, I found myself unable to sleep in beyond my usual work day wake-up...
WADING IN GRATITUDE
This morning, on the eve of Thanksgiving and on the first of several days off from teaching, I found myself unable to sleep in beyond my usual work day wake-up...
A TESTAMENT TO THE FLY FISHING COMMUNITY: OUR '...
If you’re like me, you love the serenity you find in the solitude of fly fishing. There’s nothing quite like stepping into a river with only the passing geese to...
A TESTAMENT TO THE FLY FISHING COMMUNITY: OUR '...
If you’re like me, you love the serenity you find in the solitude of fly fishing. There’s nothing quite like stepping into a river with only the passing geese to...
MY INDICATOR JOURNEY
Fly fishing is a sport of endless experimentation and revision. Just like the watersheds we fish, techniques are always changing, banks shifting, tides climbing, and floods receding. So it is...
MY INDICATOR JOURNEY
Fly fishing is a sport of endless experimentation and revision. Just like the watersheds we fish, techniques are always changing, banks shifting, tides climbing, and floods receding. So it is...
IT'S NEVER ABOUT THE FISH
When I try to get this point across, I always come back to this story: It was a warm afternoon in the Blue Ridge Mountains on my home river: the...
IT'S NEVER ABOUT THE FISH
When I try to get this point across, I always come back to this story: It was a warm afternoon in the Blue Ridge Mountains on my home river: the...