Are You Willing To Listen?
Contributed by Matt Sutton Spring 2016 hit me like no other, there was no reason for it. The fishing bug had got me too, maybe it was the Saturday morning fishing shows or maybe it was the chatter at work … Read More
Taking My “Rawhide” Fishing
My significant other and I were at our favorite pub having a libation a couple of nights back when I saw an old acquaintance come through the door. I immediately went to the highest DefCon level. Hunkering down as low … Read More
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
Avery’s Dad And The Silver-Gray Ribbon
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
Love And Fishing On Moraine Creek
The wind had battered the Cessna 207 like a tennis ball at Wimbledon for the entire nine-minute flight to Moraine Creek. The wind was rarely a safety issue, the nervous fly fishermen who sat in front of me who gasped … Read More
It Never Was My River
The Freemasons have nothing on many fly fishermen when it comes to ritual and secrecy. The 17th level Grand Royal Poobah Caddis Caster tends to wear this self-anointed title with a customary frown and a fiery glow of standoffish contempt … Read More
