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I Came. I Saw. I Overpacked.
There’s a certain kind of joy in packing for a fishing trip — the kind that only the hopelessly optimistic (or mildly obsessive) can understand. You start with the basics:...
I Came. I Saw. I Overpacked.
There’s a certain kind of joy in packing for a fishing trip — the kind that only the hopelessly optimistic (or mildly obsessive) can understand. You start with the basics:...
Measure Twice. Cast Once. Miss Anyway.
There’s a special kind of heartbreak reserved for fly fishermen — the kind that happens two seconds after you’ve lined up a perfect cast, double-checked your backcast, exhaled in sync...
Measure Twice. Cast Once. Miss Anyway.
There’s a special kind of heartbreak reserved for fly fishermen — the kind that happens two seconds after you’ve lined up a perfect cast, double-checked your backcast, exhaled in sync...
Work Hard. Stay Humble. Blame the Wind.
(An Ode to Fly Fishermen Everywhere) There’s an old saying among fly fishermen: “The wind’s always blowing hardest on your backcast.” It’s true — and it’s always personal. You can...
Work Hard. Stay Humble. Blame the Wind.
(An Ode to Fly Fishermen Everywhere) There’s an old saying among fly fishermen: “The wind’s always blowing hardest on your backcast.” It’s true — and it’s always personal. You can...
Professional Overthinker, Amateur Fisherman
There’s a moment every angler knows too well. You’re standing at the edge of the water, rod in hand, the sun just starting to burn off the morning fog… and...
Professional Overthinker, Amateur Fisherman
There’s a moment every angler knows too well. You’re standing at the edge of the water, rod in hand, the sun just starting to burn off the morning fog… and...
Good Service Is Bad Reception
There was a time when “good service” meant a smile at the diner, a handshake at the dock, or the guy at the bait shop remembering your name. Now it’s...
Good Service Is Bad Reception
There was a time when “good service” meant a smile at the diner, a handshake at the dock, or the guy at the bait shop remembering your name. Now it’s...
Social Distancing Since ’98
Let’s be honest — we were social distancing long before it had a name. We called it “heading to the lake.” Or “checking out that new spot.” Or “just going...
Social Distancing Since ’98
Let’s be honest — we were social distancing long before it had a name. We called it “heading to the lake.” Or “checking out that new spot.” Or “just going...