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 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
Kerplunk... Strawberry warfare had begun. The hair rig with a Strawberry 15mm boilie splashed down into the calm, cold, and clear water. The PVA mesh, filled with other Strawberry comrades, were deposited somewhere near the initial landing site, but as stragglers do, became separated from the main element, as the line was ever-so-slightly tightened. With … Continue reading Strawberry Warfare
