Friday Fly-Fishing Film Festival 06.06.14

Welcome to a new edition of the Orvis News Friday Fly-Fishing Film Festival, in which we scour the Web for the best fly-fishing videos available. There wasn’t a lot of great stuff this week, so I’ve supplemented the collection with some old favorites, for your viewing pleasure. Strangely enough, we also have two different videos that have the same title.

For best results, watch all videos at full-screen and in high definition. Remember, we surf so you don’t have to. But if you do stumble upon something great that you think is worthy of inclusion in a future F5, please post it in the comments below, and we’ll take a look. And don’t forget to check in regularly at The Tug, the Orvis online video theater. See you next week with a fresh set of films!

In light of upcoming Father’s Day, this one seems appropriate. It’s beautifully done.

I’m posting this from Slovenia, so I had to include this one, which was shot in a different part of the country from where I’m fishing.

Glassy-water redfish action.

A good day out for a couple of guides in the Dakotas, working some sweet small streams.

This is one of my all-time favorites, the reason why golden dorado are on my bucket list.

Some “regular guy” fishing in Pennsylvania, but the enthusiasm of the angler is contagious.

Great stuff from Todd Moen, shot in Dillon, Montana.

Same name, but a much different subject: chasing permit along the coast of western Australia.

Who has more fun than Rolf? Plus a very serious bonefish.

This is not the greatest quality video, but it captures the magic of an evening on the river.

We finish up with an interesting interview with a saltwater captain explaining his angling life.

9 thoughts on “Friday Fly-Fishing Film Festival 06.06.14”

  1. Great selection today, thank you! Yeah, who’s got it better than Rolf? Very funny what I think was a SNL reference with the dancing scene, loved it.

  2. He won me with Cat Stevens – Father and Son off the Tea for the Tillerman album. I must have listened to that a million times when I was 18. Forty years later it still moves me, but this time as a father. Ironically, my son refuses to let me teach him how to fly fish. What works for the father doesn’t work for the son. Too bad.

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