So my little daughter, Brooke, wanders over to me:
“I had a sleep show [read: dream] last night.” “Yeah, what was it about?” “I was fishing for sharptooth minnows [read: prehistoric minnows] with my fly rod.” “Oh. Did you catch any?” “Yes. I was using the rainbow fly from your fly box [her favorite sparkle woolly bugger].” “Did you fin tag them and release them?” “Yes, they were snapping at me!”
From the latest of my weekly front page entries over at Sexyloops.com.
Years ago, I was fishing a small Montana spring creek regarded for its tricky drag/presentation situations and touchy trout. I had located a big fish feeding near the bank on a gentle bend in the creek. A mayfly hatch had the trout rising, pushing a small wake every time it surfaced. Having spooked a rather large rainbow earlier in the day with an approach that was too close, I decided to hang back, and drop a long Puddle Cast up-and-across to the fish.
Several casts, mends and drifts later, the fish was still rising, but not to my fly.
One summer, my wife, Kelley, and I devoted a few days to fishing some of less-pressured stretches of Montana’s famed Gallatin River. While the public access points were stacked with Bozeman and Big Sky traffic, a bit of walking and wading often found us a quiet place on the river. One of those places still held the remnants of a modest channel. Its flows were slowed to a crawl by the summer sun, and its thread-bare riffles babbled softly into two deep pools.
I’ve been talking with disabled angler Martin Clemm about a new film project entitled, 30 Reasons. The production is of real quality, and Martin wants to do it right in order for the film to be an inspiration to many. Funding is only partially there at this point, but that’s a topic for another post. For now, take a look at what Martin’s 30 reasons are all about, and the beginning of his focused journey back into a fly fishing life.