One Fish Before Growing Up
The AM radio crackled in from Boise as the steam from the coffee rose into the predawn hues of blues and grays that painted the inside of the cab of my old 56 Chevy pickup. River sounds were mixing with … Read More
The AM radio crackled in from Boise as the steam from the coffee rose into the predawn hues of blues and grays that painted the inside of the cab of my old 56 Chevy pickup. River sounds were mixing with … Read More
There are millions of different reasons or excuses, depending on your point of view, that fly fishermen love to use for not catching fish. Some excuses, like the water was off colored or it was too hot or cold, are … Read More
Give’m A Broadside! Whether on the lake, river or to some extent the flats the most seasoned fly fisherman will get excited or just forget and start casting the length of the boat. It is ironic that when angler violates … Read More
Macks Canyon is literally at the end of the road. It is also the place where I typically started my steelhead seasons on The Deschutes. The road to the campground was a tire eater consisting of dust and the sharpest … Read More
Prologue-Truth In Fishing Stories My father has several little black books with an entry for every steelhead he has caught since the late 1950’s. These little knickknacks of a passed, more personal era of advertising have the names of auto … Read More
Infinitely oblique syllogisms determined Avery Simmon’s every moment that he spent with a fly rod in his hand. He was stalwart in following the fly fishing catechism that had been drilled into him during a much slower, easy decade when … Read More