The path of the fly fisherman never ends. Either you walk or sit behind the wheel. We depend on our wheels as much as a good pair of wading shoes. Often we travel at night. Often our refuge is a gas station along the road. To rest a worn out soul or to kick start... Continue Reading →
I had a great season with grayling. Had a bunch over two pound with a high of three pound. Now the hunt for a big brown starts. The new moustache style. Night grayling. Three pound? On the look out. Prepping for the next round in the river.