My first flyfishing trip was to The Henry’s Fork River in 1994. A few days before the trip I decided I just might need a few things to get ready. So like a total greenhorn I waltzed into a local high-end flyshop and outfitted myself from head to toe. I’m sure everyone in Idaho saw me coming a mile away in my bright shiny new waders, my new boots and a fancy fishing vest with about 35 pockets. The only thing I had to put in there was my lip gloss.
But once I saw that first fish pounce on my little ole dry fly, I got the magic. So I’ve spent the past 14 years chasing trout, loitering in flyshops, untangling life’s most inopportune hookups, and trying to figure out what in the hell goes in all those damn pockets.
Of course I’ll never learn everything there is to know about flyfishing — which is perhaps what intrigues me the most. But one thing’s for sure, I love to fish.
On a regular day I’m a 38-year old divorced mom in Austin, Texas raising an 9-year old daughter. I juggle a to-do list filled with marketing deadlines, freelance assignments, and homeroom mom duties. I’m crazy about good food, bad TV, designer handbags, soul music, blues music and old old honkytonk. I’m a Texas girl down to my bones, but I also have some Deep-South Tennessee roots rattling around in my soul. Oh, and I try to spend as much time in Montana as possible. Lucky for me my parents love to fish and they have an outpost near the Missouri River. For the most part I’m welcome there, as long as I show up with their granddaughter.
Like many other flyfishing blogs, this is the written chronicle of my developing obsession. A love story about fishing. Daydreaming, plotting my next adventure, learning something in the process. You won’t find much instruction on my part — maybe just a few good tips on the Texas music scene. But where the fishing’s concerned, FLY FISH CHICK is all about sharing tight lines and tall tales. Hope you visit often.
