Trying out a new hobby.
A cloud of fine dust billowed up behind my Subie, leaving a hazy trail behind me as I bounced down the dirt road leading to Tom's house. From his neighbor's yard, a longhorn steer threw me a half-interested glance as I pulled up the drive. It was a bright morning in May and I was on my way to build a landing net with the Shasta Trinity Fly Fishers, my local fly fishing club.by ~ Jami Witherspoon
Searching for striped bass near Boston
My first memories of fishing in saltwater are at Hampton Beach, over the bridge from Seabrook. My father would drive my brother and me over the bridge and drop us off while he went to the local store to buy the Barrons’ weekly paper. Ah, the days of dropping kids off at the bridge! My brother and I would drop our sinking line to catch whatever we could on worms, and we almost always got flounder. I remember wanting to keep the Pet Flounder alive for a few hours … this was before my catch-and-release addiction.by ~ Cynthia Harkness
Standing knee deep in a river.
There's just something special about standing knee deep in a river in the early morning hours; suited up in waders, boots, pack on your hip, net on your back and fly rod in your hand, watching the mist slowly come off the river as the early morning sun filters through the trees overhead.by ~ Alleigh Raymond
Fishing as an art form.
Sliding down cellar doors, slapping a hand ball against cement stoops, drawing on steamy, black asphalt with chalk bought at the corner deli ... these were my day-to-day adventures growing up in Queens, New York. Any sign of greenery was sparse; four sycamore trees that lined our corner row home, a 10 foot patch of "grass" in our tiny yard, and the occasional dandelion that found its way into the cracks of the endless sidewalks. Skies rarely brightened beyond smoggy, pale blue and the only likeness of a stream was when the street gutters overflowed during a major downpour.by ~ Emily Ennulat Lustine
All coolers are not created equal.
In 1637, Sir William Berkley, the governor of Virginia, was given a patent to keep and store snow in caves and pits to prevent it from melting. Thus, began the long history of the ice chest, the chilly bin, the esky, the cool bin, the cooler.
A kayak made specifically with the fly angler in mind ... YES!
Last year at ICAST I was introduced to the new “fly fishing kayak,” appropriately called the MAYFLY. Now, let me just be completely honest here. I do not kayak. I’ve been in a kayak maybe twice in my life, and we’re not talking a KAYAK…we’re talking those watercrafts that call themselves kayaks that you can purchase at your local Walmart and come with a paddle.
Wrinkles, sun spots and the big C ... protecting yourself never looked so good.
My mom always said “brown fat looks better than white fat.” I lived by that mantra for years. When I was a teenager in the 80’s, putting iodine and baby oil on your skin and then baking in the sun was the “in” thing. I even blistered my whole face one year in Florida on spring break and call that “hillbilly dermabrasion.” While I say this in jest, the effects of the sun are beginning to take their toll. The older I get, the more important it is to me to protect my skin from the elements. Wrinkles and blotchy skin, coupled with a couple of friends who have had to undergo surgery for skin cancer have changed my idea about sunscreens and baby oil.
Permit fishing, farm-to-table lodge, world class guide service and beautiful coral reefs, what could be better?
Last November I had the opportunity to head to Punta Gorda, Belize for an Orvis photoshoot. It took me all of a millisecond to say yes; for two reasons. One, what Orvis is doing for women in fly fishing is so far above and beyond that I was happy to put my stamp of approval on association with them and two, it’s Belize. Punta Gorda, Belize is known for its permit flats and ever since I can remember it’s been on my must-do list.
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