“Do I have any open wounds on my feet?” was my first thought as I waded knee deep through a brackish and stagnant backwater channel. Normally this would not be an issue but I religiously refuse to wear waders in the summer. Opting for wet wading in sandals; fleeting thoughts of infections, gangrene, and leg…
My wife gave me time to go fishing this year for Father’s Day. This may not seem like much to those without children; but to those of us who raise grommets as our own and have a severe love of fly fishing, finding time can be tough. Since much of our local rivers are high…
Had the opportunity to head out for 2 days with the fine fellows over at Trout Bout. Through a steep hike, chubby chernobyls in box, Sage Circa in hand, cutties in wait, and clouds full of rain; a friendship was formed. These photos depict the beauty of America’s wildlands as well as something else just as rare…
