Deep snow

Deep snow

Have you heard the story about the day of winter fishing that didn’t go as planned?  Yep, that’s most of them.  This morning it was -17 degrees and the river was slush and so we went skiing to pass the time and to allow the thaw.   By 2:30 pm we were...
Busted trips and warmer weekends

Busted trips and warmer weekends

I’ve been on the hosting side of a lot of broken trips, but rarely on the visiting side.  My family and I are on vacation on the south end of the Smoky Mountains, one of my favorite places on earth.  The rivers are normally clear.  The nymph fishing is usually...
The Landing Fish

The Landing Fish

More snow, more snow days, more electrical bills, more winter.  Every February I begin to view the winter sports suspiciously, as if they are a prison trick to distract me my from incarceration.  Alas, there’s a lot more winter to come.  And truly once I’m...
River gems

River gems

Sandwiched between storms was a much appreciated thaw.  The warm temperatures produced billowing fog, dripping forests, stained the river milky, and existed slightly too long to be a complete tease.  And a tease of what?  Not spring.  Not yet.  But fishing weather, at...