chasing whispers of wild waters, where rods dance and stories unravel! Follow along…
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
Fly fishing in Austria can provide a fly angler with legendary landscapes, aggressive takes, and hungry fish. It is amazing how dauntless the cold water river inhabitants are and how, with such furry, they eat your flies. With indiscriminate reckless abandon, these Rainbow Trout, Brown Trout, and Grayling (among others) hurl themselves at your submerged artistic offerings and signal their presence by slapping a severe bend onto your fly rod.
Parked. Engine off. The doors shut, and the roar of the river revives my mind. The blue sky and looming Rocky Mountain peaks strike deep within my soul. Fly rod in hand, I step off down the trail towards the slithering abyss. For I am home, sweet home.