Aye, There’s The Rub

You may have noticed that there isn’t a category on this blog titled “Food & Recipes“. It’s no secret that I am not known for my culinary skills. Best I can recall, the only post I’ve ever done on my cooking capabilities was about my flyfishing cupcakes. And technically I didn’t cook them, I just [...]

Water Water Everywhere, And So My Fly Must Sink

May is a precarious time to fish in Montana. Rivers are swollen with extra water and moving high and fast. Our Girls Trip occurred just before the hatches really turned on. There were a few callibaetis fluttering about with sporadic rises here and there, but apparently not enough to get the fish to key-in on [...]

Defining Lines

Anglers know something of lines. Wet a line, throw a line, mend your line, strip line, feed line. Slack in your line…or better yet, tension on your line. Lines and patterns are all around us, both in fishing and in life. If you’re a mom, you know there is a fine line between doing something [...]

Forward My Calls to the Hen House

Don’t fret if things are a little quiet in here over the next few days. I am running away — but not for long, I promise. I’m headed to Montana for a GIRLS fishing trip, and I am so excited! Eight chicks fishing and hanging out for an entire week….I am quite literally, tickled pink. [...]

Purple Haze

My mother loves to fish the Purple Haze pattern, she absolutely loves it. And she should, she seems to catch a hell of a lot of fish with that fly! Last summer we parked on a school of rising fish and she pulled them out one right after the next with that bug. That said, [...]

Can’t Talk. Saving My Voice.

This is probably as good a time as any to let you know that I will be performing live in Pensacola, Florida this Friday night. I’ve been taking eucalyptus drops, drinking hot tea with honey and whispering round the clock best I can. At this point I’m pretty much communicating by writing on a chalkboard [...]

Let’s Talk About Fishing Instead of Big Hair & Milli Vanilli

I went to Nashville last week for my 20th high school reunion. That’s right, I graduated in 1989 when Milli Vanilli ruled the airwaves, and shoulder pads were such a source of power that they rivaled the potency of Samson’s hair. And while we’re on the topic of hair….apparently bigger was better back then. I [...]

No, I Did Not Sign The Covenant

Harkening back to the holidays, I promised Kentucky Jim I would share the tale of my brief roadtrip from Nashville to Kentucky. You see, the holidays were abuzz with food and spirits and activity and I needed a mini escape from my escape, so to speak. A 24-hour respite to relax and wind down. So [...]

Racqueteering Charges

I promised a post about my roadtrip to Kentucky (and that will come) but first, I have a bit of a true confession. I know I should have gone fishing yesterday morning. Especially since I’m in a fishing rut. But instead of pulling myself out of my dry spell and into my waders, I spent [...]

This Is No Longer a Vacation, It’s A Quest.

After disappearing this summer on a super-extended fishing vacation, I promised regular FFC reader Monty Montana (who was none too pleased that I abandoned my blog without explanation) that as a meager penance I would deliver some cupcakes to a nearby Veteran’s Hospital. What better day than Veteran’s Day, right?? I recruited Little Chick to [...]

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