Trout Bums

Looks like the Trout Bums have been in Mongolia chasing taimen, expedition style. Click it over to the Trout Bum Diaries and see for yourself what the hardest working crew in all of fly fishing has been up to.

This Is Fly: BLOG

My intern has recently pointed out that This Is Fly now has a blog . I beat him about the head with a rolled up newspaper and scorned him for telling me something that I already knew.
Then I took a look at the new blog (apparently the link is on the bottom of the magazine page) and discovered that it has already been around for sometime. Hmmmm.

Hold Still For Your Picture Dammit!

October Caddis

Burning Pram V - The First Cut

From freshman filmmaker Snapdad. He's like, the next Scorsese.

Lone Angler

I don't know who this guy is but it looks like he's standing at the head of a fishy run 'eh?.

Burning Pram V

Beers, birthdays, bighorn sheep, blue wing olives, blue heron, bonfire, brownsauce, bugs, burn, campers, campfires, camping, canyon, dogs, dog racing, flies, fly fishing, food, friends, family, flames, hatches, mahogany duns, nymphin', pram, peppers, October caddis, orange stimmy, pheasant tail, pod, ram, riffles, risers, Rock! Paper! Scissors!, 6X 5X, size 20 poly, swingin', tents, trout, wading, water, wind, whiskey, wine, and wishes.

Son Volt: Windfall

Here I am sippin coffee and fishing the internet when low and behold i-tunes shuffles up some Son Volt. So I click off the shuffle and start from the beginning. Then I thinks to myself that this shit is too good not to share. So here you are courtesy of the YouTube. Enjoy.

The Upper

You sing happy birthday to the kid then you're out the door.
Driving over the pass you see one too many truck/drift boat combos. It's the weekend and seemingly everyone is going fishing.
There's only one "Blue Ribbon" trout stream in this, the second most populated state west of the Mississippi. It has more guides per trout than any other river in the West and they think that they own the water. You've got no love for the sonsabitches.
Just thinking about it depresses you so you decide to head to the upper end of the river, let the sports and weekend warriors (looks you're one of them now) battle it out in the canyon. The Upper, there's fewer trout but they're bigger. That's the rumor anyhow, been on all the bulletin boards and kiss-n-tell fishing sites all year. "The Upper, for bigger fish: more wild, more native."
You pull of the interstate and drive down River Road. Cars in every pull out. Apparently the rumors are true, either that or people believe everything they read.
Read this people: The steelhead rivers are full of record numbers of fish and they're taking anything that skates a wake, go get 'em!
You find some water and wader up. Having never fished this particular section you develop a baseless sense of optimism. "Yeah that far bank looks good, all the way up, right under those trees, through the riffle and right up to the head of the run, good stuff."
And it was good, not great just good. Only one boat floated by, down the other bank. You fished dry flies and rose some trout. Most were smallish, a few were of respectable size and one was what anyone would call a big trout. A good day. You would have caught more down in The Canyon but you hate crowds and besides these fish were more wild and native.