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The July Dry-Fly Parade!

The July Dry-Fly Parade!

It’s been a while since I’ve had any time to sit down and write about all the adventures so far this season. Running a fly-fishing blog is great in concept; until you realize you can’t take your laptop out fishing, and then inevitably one must choose between sitting around writing about fly-fishing and actually fly-fishing. The later always seems to win that standoff. But, at least for now, I’ve had my fair share of good fishing and am contented enough…

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Roadtrippin’ Part I: A Call to Adventure

Roadtrippin’ Part I: A Call to Adventure

Have you ever just been hit by an all consuming and irrational need to get away? To hit the open road without a plan? To explore without an agenda and get away from all the routine and boredom of regular life? The urge hit me last week as the rain poured into southern Alberta for the first time, and the water got high and murky. Not being on a shift at work for another 10 days, I wasn’t really sure…

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When Self-Sabotage becomes a lesson in humility (and good trout etiquette)

When Self-Sabotage becomes a lesson in humility (and good trout etiquette)

I looked into my fly-bag and shook my head in dismay. I could’ve sworn I had one more 3X leader. But as I dug through my unorganized bag of goodies, all that I could round up was some 5x… I looked at my mangled, bent, 4 feet of leader I had left. A sorry mess that surely would spook any brown. Then I though about the big browns in this stream, no more than 10 feet across in most spots,…

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“I am God’s gift to fishing” : Reflection’s from the Local Pond

“I am God’s gift to fishing” : Reflection’s from the Local Pond

-Written By: Mark Rossi “I hope my wife calls,” he chuckled through his thick Russian accent “every time she calls the fish start biting.” “ All the more reason to not answer!!” laughed his friend in the wheelchair at the end of the dock. I overheard this conversation as I sat on park bench on the hill behind the dock and I watched the scene in front of me with with a sort of amazement… “this is what fishing is…

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