chasing whispers of wild waters, where rods dance and stories unravel! Follow along…
Settling my early morning sleep-deprived mind, I refocused now on the bait box, where my small bait catapult lay atop a heap of candy-coated warriors. I grabbed a handful and poured them into the awaiting ballistic bucket. Once the payload was full, I pulled back on the elastic band and took aim.
Carp fishing as a hobby? When I was growing up, carp fishing is what you did with a can of corn, some treble hooks, and a group of friends to pass the time. It was never the sought after activity or target species. But was I wrong? Sure, targeting carp on the flyrod is seen … Continue reading A shift in Perspectives
The fly tying bench glowed from the corner of the room as the bobbin swung rhythmically back and forth. The 8ought UNI thread slowly danced to its unwinding point. The now-straightened thread appeared almost at full rest, glistening under the small fly tying bench lamp, as it regained its smooth and flat appearance. The dangling … Continue reading Whispers of the vise