The Professor came home from his Montana guys trip last night to discover that I had just received an advance copy of my book PADDLEFISH! He and Little Chick were so excited that I’ve hardly had a chance to get my own paws on it. The printer has shipped the books (we have real [...]
It’s as if I placed the fly right in the middle of the dining room table. Like setting a platter of fried chicken in front of a hungry family, blessing-said, napkins in laps, rarin’ to eat. I saw this redfish tailing, aimed for it, and quickly realized there were actually three fish bearing down on [...]
My friend Palmer is:
I’m about as current as leg warmers these days. I’m going about 1000 different directions (things like school supplies and science textbook covers) so mea culpa if this seems like old news to you, but I am very excited. I just got copies of the two biggest fly fishing books of 2011. Departure Publishing (yes, [...]
Until next time…
I am not over the rainbows. Still love ‘em. Caught this on the Missouri on this evening’s caddis hatch.
We have been back in Montana for about one week and while we have been on the water a bit, mostly we have been enjoying family, laughing a ton and eating extremely well. In terms of the fishing, highlights include: floating the Missouri with my new niece (the Professor’s niece) who tricked a few fish [...]
We were in Montana for 2.5 weeks ready-to-wear the trout out, but record snowpack and high water were the big statewide trend, limiting our runway to play. But with a little creative ingenuity we found fishable trout streams and uncovered some gems. The big buzz? Brown trout are all the rage this season. and…..
The adrenalin rush of big browns eating big bugs was the only panancea that could ease the pain of the walking (nay fishing) wounded. The Professor has a vicious case of tendonitis in his elbow while I have lower back pain again. His hurts while playing fish, mine hurts pulling up the anchor. After catching [...]
Fork in the road–as in Henry’s Fork. With Montana rivers flooding their banks the Professor and I chose to venture down to the Henry’s Fork in Idaho for three or four days. Grey drakes and caddis were abundant but we really struck gold with the golden stones. Our power float the last day was epic.