It comes as a shock to realize that in a few short weeks, the mountainsides will be swathed with orange and gold. A subtle shift will have taken place in the tilt of the earth and in the tint of blue in the sky, and we will suddenly realize that summer, once again, has snuck by while we were busy making plans about how to spend it.
Posts Tagged: fly fishing
What does it feel like to live the dream, and actually get paid to fish?
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 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?
The dry fly fishing is sublime on the Arkansas River near Salida, Colorado.