Ya know, I’m pretty sure that if I ever heard you say a fly fishing celebrity was your hero, I’d either laugh or roll my eyes at you.  Yet, there is some hypocracy there, cause most of the people I look up to are in fact, fly fishermen.

I can never recognize the reflection looking back at me when I stand in front of a mirror, or look at myself in pictures. I make eye contact with myself, and it’s like I’m looking at someone that isn’t real.  Or rather, it’s like looking at a picture of someone who passed away.  The eyes [...]

Ran across another guy on the internet going all “whooh and ahhh” about his first experience fly fishing with a two handed rod.  I suppose if I had just dropped a few hundred on a new rod, I’d be telling myself all that BS, too.
Fish how you want says the blind man to the boy, [...]

While reading through the new issue of The Drake, I couldn’t help but notice one of the ads.  It’s an Orvis Helios ad.  There’s a picture of a Helios, and some guy from SoCal who fly fishes for Mako Sharks.  Underneath his picture, it said his name, where he’s from and what he fishes for, [...]

Sunday was a glorious day, my friends.  Geoff and I fished 3 small streams, catching plenty of wild, scrappy, native brookies in the process.  But more importantly, my already low stress level is pretty much non-existent.
Remember that time you smoked all that weed in high school, or college- or yesterday- and you just sat on [...]

Other than those creepy glowing eyes that follow me during the hike in and out of a spot, and all those bugs that fly in my mouth when I turn my headlamp on, fishing at night is probably one of my favorite times to be on the water.
I love the whistle of the fly line [...]

The worst part of the drive home is the stretch from Albany to Buffalo. Its an area of the earth where time slows down, and you either sleep or deal with the boredom. The sun was in my face, so I dealt by daydreaming about the days ahead. Most people think that they go back [...]

More than anything in the world, I wanna go back home to northern Michigan this weekend.  I want to take a walk through the cedar swamp, to the hardwood ridge overlooking the Black River where I proposed to my wife.  I want to take the long way back to the car, and hopefully find a [...]

Ya see, after watching the real mice swim in Once in a Blue Moon I realized that I’ve been fishing my mice all wrong. Yeah, I’d get bit every now and then; but not nearly as often as I did on Friday night after making some adjustments to my retrieve. Both my son and I gasped and laughed at some of the toilet bowl flushes under my fly.