Memories

essays and musings on fly fishing for native trout

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Sowing and Reaping

November 30, 2008 ⋅ 14 comments

“Hey, Dad, check it out!” Ben says, pointing to something along the edge of the river. A green cloth, partially in the water, caked with mud. Looking a little closer I see it is green flannel. I reach down and pull it out. A flannel shirt, intact. I rinse it in the river and set [...]

Old School – Memories on the Fly

June 26, 2008 ⋅ One comment

Keith Barton’s post, Old School Best Left to History, over at Singlebarbed.com was too funny! But it brought back some great memories too. In the mid-80′s I had a friend who was learning to fly fish. He asked me one day if I wanted to go fish with him. I told him I didn’t have [...]