It’s always interesting for me, being an aquatic biologist and angler, to look down into the water and see the diversity of life on the bottom of a beautiful stream. It wasn’t until recently during my time researching invertebrates, that I now go out to a stream while
My first day saltwater fly fishing dawned with promise. Efren, my Captain for the day, pointed our bow east into the rising sun. Small pink and blue cloud puffs and a slight choppiness on the water were the only reminders of the storms that had preceded our arrival. As we
When I was preparing this article and thinking about my first fly fishing experience, I was inspired by a quote by Mahatma Gandhi . “A country’s society can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” My best friend, Andres Vidal, has been my biggest influence through my fly
I shirked my household chores today. First a latte. Then I wrangled the canoe on top of the car. And a second latte. I was ready to go fish. At a lake with plentiful, large and easy Bass. At least that’s what I was told. So a short drive
A few years back, when I first ventured into the world of fly-fishing, I remember my friend sending me an advertisement for something called a “Tenkara” rod, accompanied by a message that we should check these rods out for our backcountry adventures. I also recall my immediate rejection of the
Mozart was composing music at the age of 3. By 3, Tiger Woods shot a 48 over 9 holes. At age 3, I was trying to cut my own hair all the way at the scalp with craft scissors and ate a spoonful of dirt because the neighbor kid told
The Bad Hair Day is one of my go to minnow flies. This fly darts and dives and moves unlike any fly before. This fly landed some of the largest Tarpon we hooked in Tabasco. Hook: Favorite Streamer Hook Tail: Craft Fur, Flash Body: Reverse Tied Craft Fur Keys to
It may be cold, but winter is still the time when a lot of folks go fly fishing. It isn’t always fun to continually break the ice out of the guides on your fly rod, or have your legs get numb because they’ve stood in the water for
A photo essay about fishing and life in Tabasco, Mexico.
It’s a relatively cool, cloudy, Sunday in late August. AKA … brewing day. I am a homebrewer - beer, wine, mead and anything in between, even a traditional Finnish drink called Sima, which is a delicious sparkling lemonade. I’ve been waiting for cool weather (and spare time) all summer
Her hips swayed in opposition to her arms. Hands held just so -- fingers extended, as if accentuating the beat. Head bent. Neck elongated, in contrast to her chin and closed eyes downcast. Gazing past her swaying thighs and knees and feet and toes, pointed just so. To her daughter.
I have been around fishing and the outdoors for my entire life. My dad has been fly fishing for as long as I can remember. When my brother and I turned about eight, our dad started teaching us how to fly fish. We have always adhered to the Catch and