Casting for Recovery is hosting its Spring Online Auction to raise money to fund their programs for women who have or have had breast cancer. This year, the organization will run 46 retreats in 33 states, incorporating counseling and educational services. These events are staffed by trained facilitators, including a psycho-social therapist, a health care professional (e.g. physical therapist, nurse), as well as fly-fishing instructors and river helpers. The attendees pay nothing because CFR believes there should be no barriers to participation.Read More
I’m excited to be heading down to Townsend, Tennessee, next weekend for Troutfest Great Smoky Mountains Fly Fishing Exposition, which will be held May 13-15. A bunch of my heroes will be there–Lefty Kreh, Bob Clouser, and Joe Humphreys in particular–and I love small-stream fishing for wild trout and have never sampled the Tennessee version, which I hear is some of the best. . .Read More
As far as fly fishing goes, Wade Fellin has lived somewhat of a charmed life. Having grown up at a fishing lodge in southwestern Montana–his dad, Craig Fellin, started Big Hole Lodge in 1984, before Wade was even born–he’s been immersed in the sport since toddlerhood. (See the picture below.) But the kid has not just hung out at the ranch. Wade is pursuing a law degree at the University of Montana while. . .Read More
The New York Times and others are running pieces on a dog that helped in the Bin Laden Raid. According to the NY Times, “The identities of all 80 members of the American commando team who thundered into Abbottabad, Pakistan, and killed Osama bin Laden are the subject of intense speculation, but perhaps none more so than the only member with four legs.”
The canine companions to soldiers are becoming more valuable. Gen. David H. Petraeus said last year that, “The capability they bring to the fight cannot be replicated by man or machine.”
Is it a caddisfly? Is it a Hendrickson? Is it a stonefly? Do you really care, since the fish are willing to eat it?
Mike’s Thin Mint is pretty much my take on a steelhead Soft-Hackle. Just as the Girl Scout cookie called the Thin Mint is irresistible to me, the fly version seems irresistible to steelhead. When wet, the Senyo Laser Dub lies back across the body, . . .Read More
When I was 23, I decided it was time to get a “real” job — the main qualifier for “real” being health insurance — and move away from my idyllic but poverty stricken ski/trout bum life in Colorado. So I scoured the internet and sent out my resume to anyone who had a posting. I was thrilled to get one call back about a job at Orvis working as a coordinator for their Fly Fishing product development team and somehow managed to convince them to hire me.
I arrived at my first corporate job ready to learn and prove myself, but not old enough to rent a car. It was a perfect job for me, and I look back on that first position and the people I worked with fondly. A few years later I moved on to be a buyer for that same department – what luck! It was my dream job, and I scoured the marketplace for the latest fishing accessories, technical clothing and eventually waders.Read More
photo by Tim Bronson
While Murph is doing exceptionally well in his training, let us not forget that he is a six-month-old puppy. I learned this valuable lesson today when I decided to make some changes in his living arrangements in the car. I bring Murph to work everyday, and he stays in the kennel in the car. Fortunately, I can park within steps of my office and I go out there at least three or four times a day to take a break and let him run. During lunch is my major training period around the woods and pond here at the Orvis headquarters.Read More
Before you cast to that rising trout, take the time to inspect your fly, knot, and leader to ensure you’re giving yourself the best shot to land the trout.
photo by Sandy Hays
It had been a grueling drive from Vermont to South Florida with my friends Marty and Tim Sienkiewycz to fish with the self-proclaimed “Bonefish Whisperer,” Cordell Baum Jr. , who was waiting for us right by the road when we arrived just after noon on a Monday. Since we were raring to go, we all strung up 5- and 6-weight rods to head out for some. . .Read More