What a season of Fly-Fishing it has been! And, even now, as we proceed deeper into October, the lines have still been tight and the rod has been bent over more days than not… As always this time of year, I find my mind wandering and reflecting back on the many great times the river has granted me in the past months. To the many new rivers and streams I’ve explored this year, to the amazing clients and friends my…
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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…
Life, I have come to realize, is unpredictable, and unrelenting. Like a mountain stream, we do not control the flow of our lives; instead, we are immersed in it, amongst it, shaped by it. There will be riffles, pools, and tailouts; waterfalls and canyons. But always flowing, always moving, towards some end that can not be determined; for it is the unknown. ———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————– This thing called life happened to me this summer. After trying my hardest to pretend it didn’t…
A Canadians Guide to catching fish in the crowds. Today, our great Nation turns 149 years old. Happy Birthday Canada. Although that seems like a long time, it really is quite young as far as nations go; I kinda see Canada kinda like some young adult, maybe in its early 20’s, just coming into it’s prime. While the US is like a over-egotistical, well established professional in its late-to-early 30’s that thinks they are the best, while not wanting to…
Well, what a great week of fishing it has been! All of our rivers are now open and with the improved weather the bugs are hatching and the fish are hungry! And the smiles seem to be coming more and more frequently… I guess Cutties smashing big stoneflies all day can do that. Here are some of the photos taken by the Bushwhackers Crew over the past couple of days! Myself, I was lucky enough to be fishing in southeast…
Hello and welcome to the first River update of the 2016 fishing season! For those of you that have been living under a rock; you can now stop. Our Trout waters are all open on Thursday, and finally we can freely explore as we wish without always having to check our regulations, while constantly asking ourselves if we really want to be the type of person that poaches closed water. Cause nobody wants to be that person… But 7 longs…
Many action sports, recreational activities, and outdoor pursuits could be perceived as completely useless, when examined by outsiders, and the end result of these types of things often accomplish absolutely nothing. This type of behavior might even be considered psychotic or delusional by some in the field of human psychology. Knowing myself, my pursuit of trout is almost certainly born of psychotic behavior. And that’s OK. That’s exactly how I like it. Take rock-climbing, skiing, kayaking, trail running, and of…
I remember being a young child of maybe 10 or 11, trekking through the thick brush near the bank of a small trout stream in the Rocky Mountains of British Columbia, with my dad, my brother, and a small spin-rod in my hand. We had just caught endless tiny brook trout in a small pond that I will always remember. My father thought he would challenge us with some moving water, and although I now forget the name of that…