A Steelhead To Never Forget
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
Fishing Stories And Little Black Books
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
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
Newbie Fly Fishing Mistakes We All Make
We are guilty of doing silly things on and off of the water. I fish with lots of different people, some very experienced and some not. My assortment of fly fishing companions exhibit a commonality of head scratching goofy habits … 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