Or as Ramblin’ Jack said: Did you ever…..stand and shiver….just because, just because….you’re lookin’….at a ri-ver? I have to hand it to my friend Bill. He wasn’t discouraged after last week’s day on the Grand River, and yesterday afternoon he showed his determination. Bill’s casting… Read More
Yesterday afternoon, after I voted in our ill-fated Ontario provincial election, Bill picked me up and we headed for the Grand River for an evening of fly fishing. Bill is new to the fly fishing game, so we did some casting practice close to home… Read More
You can’t be unhappy in the middle of a big, beautiful river. Jim Harrison
I just read a book of essays about fly fishing by Thomas McGuane called The Longest Silence – a book given to me by a friend. There was a time I fly fished fairly seriously. I drove insane distances in pursuit of trout on a… Read More
The other day East Texas Red called the tag alder the trout’s best friend. It has other names – speckled alder, grey alder, hazel alder, hoary alder and mountain alder – but every trout fisherman I know calls them tag alders, sometimes with an expletive… Read More
Growing up, one of the major events of the spring in our house was the opening of trout season. At some point during my university days I pretty much gave up the ritual of chasing trout, but in the early 90s, along with my friend… Read More
With a break in the hot weather and the promise of a cloudy day, I felt compelled to load my fly rod and waders into the car this morning and go find a trout stream. It was a lovely day to be out, but then… Read More
This is not a really deep run but the trout like the deep cover. Some really good trout were rising right back into the brush.
A bonus that comes with being a retired guy is that you can plan to go fishin’ during the week when most piscators are busy with the work-a-day world. Today I fished two rivers. This was not my intention. My intention was to catch plenty… Read More
I’ve been a trout fisherman as long as I can remember. I count among my earliest joyful memories the days my father took me to trout streams and showed me where the trout lived and how to catch them. He was an unrepentant bank-napping bait… Read More
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