Absolutely Frigid

“Is this the right bus?” I sometimes have moments in life where I wonder how the hell I got where I am. I think...

Or: How I Learned to Stop Trolling and Love the Midge Back when we were just starting out as trout fishermen and...

I’ve always been a bit of an aggressive guy. Not to the level where I go around knocking off cowboy’s hats or...

The first brook trout I ever saw was about three inches long, little bigger than a baitfish really. But the memory of...

I started tying flies when I was about twelve, long before the internet captured all the information in the world and...

The air this morning is still, the temperature warmer than might be expected for October. While sipping tea from a...

Tiny trout and worms are the first step to a life of fly fishing. And more. I happened upon Porcupine Brook while...

Most anglers consider themselves above the petty squabbles that so often erupt in the fly-fishing community, content...