chasing whispers of wild waters, where rods dance and stories unravel! Follow along…
The morning air in the Austrian Alps carried a sharp, lingering bite, a final whisper of a long winter that was only just beginning to release its grip on this high-altitude valley. As I stood on the bank of this unnamed river, on this late April morning, I observed the water. It was a mesmerizing, … Continue reading Upriver
The clock on the microwave displayed the following time: 01:30AM. As I stood in the entrance way, I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the dark kitchen before me, and told myself, this was all going to be worth it. Trying to fall back asleep now was literally impossible. I had already spent nearly 4 … Continue reading Comfort Zones
The glacial fed river, with its chalky turquoise luminescenes, sharply bit into my chins, as I stepped off the bank and into its chilly currents. The late May temps of this icey alpine serpent were just right for a day of dry fly fishing. As the cold water lapped up and over the top of … Continue reading An Ode to Grayling