Tag: flyfishing
Too Many Rods?
by Jim Mize I have some male friends who compare the number of fishing rods they own to the pairs of shoes in their wives’ closets. This is obviously a false comparison, as we all know a guy can’t fish without a rod but a woman can go barefoot. Even as I type that, I …...
Fall on the Chattooga River
by Mike Watts The mountains were dressed in their fall colors, showing bright shades of yellow, orange, brown, and red. Walking the trail down to the river, it was easy to see how vivid the woods looked with leaves in their splendor. Their beauty made me want to pinch myself and wonder why I had …...
Casting Until It Clicks
by Ashley Holm Part 1: Where It All Began Fishing has always been in my blood. I come from a long line of anglers— the gritty, gear-hauling, early-rising kind. My childhood memories are woven with the smell of salt air and freshwater mud. We deep-sea fished off the coast, hauled up paddlefish from muddy rivers, …...
Casting Tips for Moving Water
by L. Woodrow Ross Presenting a fly so that it appears to be a natural insect or baitfish on moving water requires some sophisticated skills. These are well withing the scope of the average fly fisherman but are not always properly executed. Situation One: Casting Directly Upstream This cast requires great control by the caster. …...
The Swap Shop
Lenny Federico and the Swap Shop. by Tom Keer For the longest time there was always a red Vespa scooter parked next to the shed near the entrance way to recycling center. It was owned by Lenny Federico, a summer resident who, during the year, worked as a teacher in a suburb in the center …...
Beanpole Sells His Fly Rod
by Jim Mize My kitchen table looked like stuffed animals had staged an MMA fight and none had fared well. Fur, feathers, and synthetics lay in clumps where we had littered the surface with fly-tying materials. This way, we could sort through them and easily pick out what we needed. I sat staring at a …...
An Evening with Bugs
By Mike Watts It was dark when I left the river and began the journey back up the mountain. Finding the path was challenging with no light. I’ve been on it many times, but at night, things look entirely different. I had decided to fly fish this one particular section until dusk and then walk …...
Choosing The Right Fly-Fishing Guide
By Gregg Rockett I regularly seek out the expertise of a fly-fishing guide, most often to assist in navigating unfamiliar waters, but also to facilitate an improvement in my skills. I probably have more than 100 experiences of fishing with a guide over 30+ years of fly-fishing adventures, and most of these have been very …...
Dock Lights Under the Moonlight
By Mike Watts The last remnants of a clear, sky-blue, late-winter day were fading. As the sun dropped, so did the temperature. It was completing its’ daily duty in solemn grandeur as darkness took over. Winter nights on the lake can be cold, but peaceful. We would be alone out here tonight. Not many fools …...
Driftless
by Shane Behler My only taste of Wisconsin had been a seventy-mile-an-hour view from I-90. The state streaked across my windshield on blitzkrieg drives between the East Coast and Montana back when summer breaks spent chasing trout out West were reality, not Monday-mornings-at-the-office pipe dreams. My tunnel-vision remembrance of the...
