You don’t need big water for big teeth or big adventure.
The gateway drug of the sporting life.
A bloated, dead cow bobbed by, accentuating that the river meant business. The river had begun its annual cleansing ritual.
“Water is emotional,” says Trout Unlimited staffer Hillary Walrath, so never forget that river work is people work.
Watch the video and wait for the “Pop”.
I’m a mediocre to slightly above average angler who’s typically more interested in the places I’m in and the people I share them with than the fish count.
No one accused the conquerors, converters and company men who carved up and labeled North America of being poets. But there are exceptions…
Were I a cartoon, the challenge would be represented by a devil on each shoulder, each whispering in my ear — damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
Days go by without as much as a peck. Doubt begins to creep in. Are there any fish in the river? Should I change flies? Is my swing too fast…too slow? Why does my rain coat leak?
Short-sighted single-mindedness or good old common sense?