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What began as a dubious endeavor turned out to be a great day on the Arkansas River.
An unexpected midge hatch yields some great March dry fly fishing.
The urge could be ignored no longer. The lengthening days, the return of bird song, the first of the year’s weeds greening and pushing through the still brown, dormant lawn. It was time to consign winter to the dustbin and admit that spring is in the air.
“For the last hour or so, I’ve thought of many things, but I can’t remember a single one.” Bill was slowly turning circles on the county road, while I leaned over my handle bars, feet unclipped from my pedals, gasping like a fish too long out of water. I nodded agreement. We’d reached the far out of our ride, an eight mile climb from town, and it was time to turn around and head back down. I drained the last [...]
The day started full of hope and aspiration……
After a spring of low flows, now is the time to cast flies high and dry.
This time of the year, stoneflies are uppermost on an angler’s mind.
An afternoon trip to the river yields two fish, a broken rod, and a lot of hot air.
What is happening above the surface of the river can tell the angler much about what is happening below.
When it comes to the weather, common sense and fishermen are often strangers.
Anticipation of a day on the river is as much a part of the experience as catching a fish.
In New Zealand, water might circle the drain the un-American way, but do the fish behave the same way as their northern counterparts?
When it comes to fishing, ‘decent’, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
Following a hand-drawn map, we find out way through the mud to a perfect, hidden high country stream.
“It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.” A truth observed by Ed Hillary, and confirmed on the ride from Highway 50 to the Rainbow Trail.
Sometimes when fishing the real fun is had sitting in the back eddies and shady spots, watching time float by.
Is the object of a day on the river really to catch as many fish as possible?
A windy day floating the Ark with dry flies leaves plenty of time to think of other things.
How disturbing is it for a married fifty-two year old to get his jollies dry fly fishing?