The Fish of 2012

Looking back on 2012, I realized that one of my new years resolutions was to take/fish with more people. Going back through our images, I found a whole lot of evidence of that goal being met. In 2013, I would like to continue that trend. If you fished with us in 2012, I hope you all had a good time. We sure did.

In other news, Adam absolutely killed it fly fishing for carp in 2012. Expect nothing less from him in 2013. Matt is in the process of figuring out and finding places to fish in Africa without getting himself killed or draining his entire bank account. I am just enjoying catching a wide variety of stuff whenever I can.

Expect more fishing, fish, and experiences in the new year.

Cheers to a great 2013!

Pat's first fish on fly...

Fishing with Riley...

One of several awesome moments with Ben...

Sophie's first trout...

The joy of a steelhead after six months without fishing in Africa...

Savage River fishing with Austin...

Parry's first fish on fly...

The birth of a carp addict...

Justin's first tarpon on fly...

White Clay with Derek...

The Beast remained uncaught...

Thumbs up for 2013. 

A Better Chance of Seeing Sasquatch

Another slow day on the river as we failed to land any fish. For the second consecutive day, we were left shaking our heads with our misfortune. Nonetheless we perservered and fished on. As the day progressed, Adam began fishing less and less. He became content with the comfortness of a mossy bed on the bank. During the last hour of light, I swung flies on my favorite stretch of the river. An olive sculpin was my weapon of choice and I swung it slow and fast and short and long. As we neared the truck and I continued to fish, Adam proclaimed, "that we had a better chance of seeing sasquatch". No more than a minute later, I hooked up with a brown as the sculpin slowly hanged in a soft spot off the bank. Things have a way of happening when you least expect them to. I anticipated catching a fish on every swing I made that day. For a brief few seconds after Adam questioned my resolve, I wasn't really thinking about anything. The pull and head shakes of the brown woke me up and I eagerly brought him to hand. We left the river with a walk off homer on the swing and began our long car ride home for the holiday season.