Summer is in full-swing. Bugs flying, fish rising and a weekend in the mountains is how we get our kicks when the conditions are just right. Those high country streams hold browns, ‘bows and the ever-enticing cutthroat. Of course, chasing…
Our community of female fly fishers is ever-growing, and as it turns out, so is our community of angling moms! While some days we may crave far-off destinations where life-list fish may roam, most days, we just want an hour…
Collaborating with artists on our monthly stickers is something we love to do. This round, we’re stoked to feature Dawson, an artist and angler based in South Carolina. He shared a few words with us for the blog…check it out!…
If you want to fly fish throughout the year, wading for it isn’t a bad idea. It keeps you connected to the force that holds those finned creatures we love to chase and it keeps you in the outdoors outside…
I’m woken by the sleep talking of a three year old “where are you going with that?…let’s take the horses down to the river”. Once he falls silent, I lay in this ocean of a bed remembering last night’s tequila…
As the seasons change, you will quickly start to notice you need to acclimate to a “new normal”. Temperatures dip in the early morning and evenings, the days get shorter, food sources and fish behavior change and readying yourself for…
This time of year, in the west especially, water flows tend to be on the lower and slower side with smaller creeks running well below 100CFS (cubic feet per second) and larger rivers ranging from sub-100 to a few hundred…
What’s your favorite thing about fly fishing? Is it the thrill of the chase? Or maybe it’s the constant sound of water flowing or lapping against the rocks as you cast to another riser? Or even still, maybe it’s the…
I loaded up the car and headed north; it wasn’t the first time, but something felt inaugural about it. The cloud cover game was strong, but it was a welcome contrast to the blue skies and sunshine-filled days I so…
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…