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
In the shadow of the Rockies, where the Front Range rises sharply from Denver’s sprawling urban greasy edge: overhyped and social media influencer-thick waters whisper promises to those willing to listen (if you can actually hear the whispers over all the insta bros, youtubers, and drones). You don’t need a long road trip to experience … Continue reading Fly Fishing Near Denver: 5 Packed & Crowded Front Range Gems
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
