What is a tailwater? A tail water is generally defined as a piece of water controlled by a dam or other impoundment. In the world of fly fishing, we are specifically talking about rivers or streams controlled by bottom-release dams.…
After chasing fish all over the Western Hemisphere for well over a decade, I’ve learned a thing or two about being prepared. Whether it’s an unexpected opening in the weather or last-minute migration-triggering conditions, preparedness is key. Here are some…
If we had to drive 2,000 miles across the country, straight into a heat wave, during a global pandemic, you better believe we were taking our fishing gear. Driving from Colorado to Pennsylvania, you cross several major rivers – the…
We recently caught up with our ambassador, Gabe Lefebvre, to hear about his late summer road trip through Montana and Wyoming in search of big browns, native cutties, and a good time. Sounds like he accomplished all three. So how…
In a new edition to the blog we will be sharing stories from around the world from our friends and fishing travel specialists: Where Wise Men Fish. If you’re interested in booking an ultimate destination fly trip these are the…
To all of our Tribe Dads, one day is not enough to recognize how special you are. We hope you are showered with love this Father’s Day and find yourself with a rod in hand. You deserve it. I now realize just how fortunate…
The Madison River is legendary to most anglers. It’s known for it’s fast productive waters, breathtaking scenery, and hungry sizable trout. The river flows for more than 140 scenic miles before reaching the Missouri River. After this weekend, I can…
Dan ZazworskyDan Zazworsky’s passion is sharing his love of fly fishing with anyone that will listen, read or watch. You can find him exploring new waters every day while chasing any fish that will eat a fly! http://www.postflybox.com
In May of 2016, I accepted an invite to join my father and a group of Trout Unlimited anglers on the South Holston River in North Eastern Tennessee. Being 21 at the time, I assumed I would be stuck in…
It’s the first cold morning of the season. The pines that line the long, dirt road sulk beneath a heavy blanket of October snow. We park at the rim of the canyon and rig up. Our bags are packed for…