Baja Blast
I found a few fish there, too. They were redband and whitefish and bulls, at home in quiet sliding waters, feeding unbothered on a weekday from deep pools as blue as my vintage truck.
The Fly Fishing Master
A couple of Decembers ago, during an unstructured and very unfishy few days in Scandinavia, I stopped in at a local fly shop. The owner kindly entertained my many questions about the local fisheries, seasons, and techniques. As is custom after aimlessly bothering fly shop employees, I bought a hat. It had an extra-long brim, …
Eight Weight Eulogy
What truly gave me chills was the snap I’d heard as we’d gone down—the give of something that wasn’t supposed to go.
The Detour
As I gather my line from around the rocks, clean off my deceiver, and start casting into the deep again, I have the feeling that the stop would have been worth it regardless.
I’m Never Coming Back Here
There’s an allure to the things we cannot have, one that I’ve found can sour quickly when fishing is involved.
Restart The Cycle
Carp were the first new fishery I “figured out” when I moved to Boston a year ago. As far as chasing local bites go, it’s not the hardest thing in the world.
Intermission
Angling gives us the privilege of being connected to nature in a unique way, and sometimes it’s an honor to be at its mercy.
The Art Critic
For those of us that are drawn to the old signs, a large part of the best we can do is look and wonder.
Scenes from a Scandinavian Fly Shop
At their very best, fly shops inspire. I definitely hadn’t come to Copenhagen for fishing, but you can never leave a fly shop empty-handed.
The Great Eclipser
I got skunked, just to get that out of the way. Timing a springtime pike bite is hard enough when you currently live five hours from the spot and will only get one morning because you’re not actually there to fish. It becomes even more technical (fly shop lingo for “probably not worth your time”) …