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
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
