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Thoughts from the High Alpine

Thoughts from the High Alpine

Herein lies the conundrum. We want our fishing to be good, but not necessarily too good. Imagine if every time you went out, you crushed it.

Thoughts from the High Alpine

Herein lies the conundrum. We want our fishing to be good, but not necessarily too good. Imagine if every time you went out, you crushed it.

Flyathlon 2024

Flyathlon 2024

The aspens flaunted an eye-popping shade of yellow, the morning air blew crisp and clean, and the rivers ran cold and healthy. We were heading to the Lake Fork Flyathlon,...

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Flyathlon 2024

The aspens flaunted an eye-popping shade of yellow, the morning air blew crisp and clean, and the rivers ran cold and healthy. We were heading to the Lake Fork Flyathlon,...

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Chasing Gold

Chasing Gold

A few weeks ago, on short notice and little sleep, my dad and I ventured into a drainage harboring one of the prettiest fish species you can find in freshwater:...

Chasing Gold

A few weeks ago, on short notice and little sleep, my dad and I ventured into a drainage harboring one of the prettiest fish species you can find in freshwater:...

New Waters

New Waters

Since relocating to SoCal, however, I’ve found there’s only one good reason to brave the basin’s tangled mess of concrete freeways: to catch some trout.

New Waters

Since relocating to SoCal, however, I’ve found there’s only one good reason to brave the basin’s tangled mess of concrete freeways: to catch some trout.

Thoughts on the Road

Thoughts on the Road

More solitude, with plenty of fish and beauty? That’s our kind of destination.

Thoughts on the Road

More solitude, with plenty of fish and beauty? That’s our kind of destination.

Trip Report: On the Hunt for Browns in the Whites

Trip Report: On the Hunt for Browns in the Whites

This past Sunday, I got the kind of last-minute invite that only a fishing addict could consider a god-send and not some sort of would-you-rather nightmare scenario. The offer? an...

Trip Report: On the Hunt for Browns in the Whites

This past Sunday, I got the kind of last-minute invite that only a fishing addict could consider a god-send and not some sort of would-you-rather nightmare scenario. The offer? an...