Once upon a time I did quite a bit of fly fishing, and it shouldn’t be surprising I got involved with tying my own flies to match the bugs emerging from my local streams. In the past few years, fly fishing has become more of… Read More
Once upon a time, dusters were made of feathers, but these days they are made of some kind of miracle plastic crap that apparently attracts dust. I know this because there is one sitting in a bucket near my fly tying station. I barely noticed… 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
I’ve been thinking a lot about the river lately. When I say the river, I mean the river I always just called the river because it was a go-to haunt for me for so long. It has a number of stretches, if I can call… Read More
It’s been a while since I did any serious fly tying. That has everything to do with the fact that over the past couple years, I haven’t done nearly as much fly fishing as I used to – and that has a lot to do… Read More
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