My eyes are not what they used to be. In the twilight, threading the fine monofilament tippet through the minute hook eye of the size 20 spinner is pushing the limits of my ability. The subtle slurps and sips of…
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Catching the Founding Fish (Or a Close Relative)
The sun dipped below the treetops and the glare off the water surface dissipated. My cast landed just to the left of a large rock; I mended the line slightly to the left hoping the fly would swing across the…
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The Next Evening Spinner Fall
My eyes are not what they used to be. In the twilight, threading the fine monofilament tippet through the minute […]
Catching the Founding Fish (Or a Close Relative)
The sun dipped below the treetops and the glare off the water surface dissipated. My cast landed just to the […]
Low Water
Approaching the stream, water levels appeared lower than my visit several weeks earlier. Flow through the riffles was shallow, narrowly […]
A Full Day of Fishing
I could feel the warmth of the late morning sun on my neck. The sun was already over the treetops […]
Clinging to the Rocks
A stream bed is a patchwork of stone and sand. The cobbles and gravel interlock together under the force of […]
Mysterious Currents
The stream gage was showing a rapid decrease in flows, but the water levels were still well above normal levels. […]
Controlling Our Emotions
In grade school, report card day was typically a day of excitement for me. My grades were usually solid, but […]
It’s Not Up to Me
I’ve made the cast a thousand times before. Ten to two, accelerate to a stop. Crisp line movement over my […]
March Madness?
Just a week ago, the afternoon temperature was in the twenties. Snow fell in the morning and early afternoon. It […]
Do We Need Confidence Flies?
Belief in my success has often meant the difference between achieving a goal and missing an opportunity. Those lessons have […]
