Today Jonnie and I fished the big river. We hiked in to Suicide Bend although we probably could have driven in. We played it safe since I got my truck seriously stuck to the tune of $200. The fishing was slow given the number of fish which seem to be in the system. We had only one pull on the swing between the two of us. Jonnie hooked a brownie on the retrieve. I caught one small steelie and a pork chop brown on the indicator rig. Not quiet what we had planned although we fished a short day. Thats steelhead season. EJ

Fly Fish Film Tour

Yesterday I attended the Fly Fish Film Tour stop at the State Theater in Traverse City, Michigan near where I live. I had a great time and got a much needed dose of fish porn. The even featured a series of snippets from a handful of different fly related movies ranging from fresh to saltwater, steelhead to redfish. There were many incredible places featured and two of them peaked my interest. First was a clip which featured mid winter dry fly fishing during a midge hatch on the Roaring Fork River near Aspen. That struck a cord very near the epicenter of my ff soul as it is something I have done many times. The other clip which was outstanding was dry fly fishing for steelhead in BC. The boys were catching ocean run steel on drakes! The state theater provided an incredible venue to see the film as it does for any. Now that I am all jonesed up, I plan to hook some fish tomorrow. Jonnie Pow Pow and I are swinging Suicide Bend. EJ

Welcome to the world of blogging eh?

If there is anyone out there who cares to be entertained with the fish chasing exploits of a middle aged fly fish junkie, this is the blog for you. I will try to keep it informative and somewhat exciting but lets face it, you gotta have the disease. I have the disease. I first realized just how bad it was one day while fishing the Williams Fork River near Hot Sulphur Springs Colorado. I was with my good friend Nick Arnold. We had drove up from Denver knowing that it was a cold day. The sign at the bank in Winter Park said -38 when we went by so we decided to have some breakfast and let things warm up a bit. After breakfast we drove to our entry point on the Colorado at Parshal. When we got out of the car the temp said -30 flipping degrees. To our surprise the river was full of anchor ice. No fishing here! We proceed to cross the Colorado, don our snowshoes and get the hike on. It is about a mile in to the Williams Fork in a hella lot of snow and cold temps. We got to the river and eyed up the usual spots and hooked a good deal of brownies per usual on the WF. The temps made handling the fish a chore as we tried not to expose their gills to the frigid air meaning our hands got wet with each fish. The scene was surreal with the trees looking like giant sticks of white cotton candy and the river billowing steam. Nick and I shared some bourbon and had a hell of a day when most fly fishers were at the vise or otherwise entertained. On the drive home we began to talk of the day and just how crazy it was. We talked about each fish, where and how it was hooked landed and released. We talked about we may have exercised poor judgement exposing ourselves to potential dangers in an isolated environment. We talked about how we had done the same many other times to catch fish and would many more times, light willing. EJ