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Just checking out wordpress from my phone. Heading to Florida to chase Silver Kings / Tarpon in a few hours. Wanted to set up mobile blogging from my Blackberry. Consider this tested.

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Fly anglers love to debate stuff.  Do fish see color? (Absolutely) Does fly line color matter? (Sometimes) Is fishing a dry fly the only true form of fly fishing? (Absolutely…not) Is dry fly fishing better than anything else? (Sometimes)  Do trout on the Missouri River really think a pink Ray Charles is an egg? (Are you kidding me?) Do these waders make my butt look big? (Who Cares?)  What is the best state for fly fishing? The Fly Talk Blog at Field&Stream just wanted to pick a fight.

Wild King SalmonObviously, the best state depends on species and how you like to fish, but I’m soundly in the top five in any event.  Michigan ranked #1.  I was born in Michigan and caught my first wild char (brook trout) there.  I’m now a resident of Montana, because I live here for more than 6 months of the year.  Montana ranked #5.  I caught my first cutthroat here about 30yrs ago.  There is something about this place that gets into your head and your heart.  Then there is Alaska. Alaska is ranked #4 and that is where I guide, because, well, it’s Alaska.  Somehow, Wyoming and Louisiana got in there ahead of AK and MT.  I have fished a bit in Wyoming, but never in Louisiana, though I’d certainly give it a try.

Wyoming does have some great water and a low population density.  Those are two of my keys to fly fishing greatness.  I just don’t think it edges out Montana.  Michigan does have tremendous variety, including transplanted salmon and steelhead, but Alaska has something no other state has.  Pure, indigenous, wild fish!  For me, that puts it squarely at Number 1.  You can call me a snob. I will chase any fish, anytime, on the fly, but I prefer wild native fish in their natural range and waters.



Not a great lakes steelhead.

If I want to catch a steelhead, do I really care weather I go to Oregon or Washington or Idaho?  If I want to catch a bass, I can do that just about anywhere.  If I want to catch a redfish, I can do that from Texas to the Keys to the Carolinas. If I want to chase troutzilla; I’m not talking about some freak of science triploid fish, but a real native rainbow the size of a King Salmon; I go to Alaska!

Of course, Alaska is also blessed with lots of tasty, healthy, wild, salmon. (Say no to Pebble Mine)

Not available in the marsh.

I also think another key to the question of crowning the best fly fishing state is this.  Where do you most want to go?  Lets hear it.

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I'm your worst nightmare

Bye Bye Fishy

After 22 seasons of guiding in Alaska, I can tell bad banana stories for hours. For a few years I laughed, but then I began to notice a pattern.  If you were to poll charter captains from Hawaii, to Alaska and all the way down to the Florida Keys, you would find a common theme.  Just ask Florida fishing guide “Bouncer Smith”.

The mere mention of a banana muffin on board was enough to send legendary south Florida fishing guide “Bouncer” Smith scrambling toward the cooler that held the offending item. With his face flushed and a vein bulging from his forehead, he hurled the hapless muffin overboard, much to the objection of its rightful owner. Was this the act of an isolated bananaphobe? Well you can forget about black cats crossing your path or broken mirrors, because to many fishermen around the world, there is nothing unluckier than a banana on board a boat.  (From Boating World Magazine)

Back in the day when I was still a skeptic, I actually hooked into a nice King Salmon while eating a banana.  It was mid May and we had to drag our driftboat over a shelf of ice to launch it into the Kenai River.  We were not expecting much in the way of success but were on a training mission. I was managing a lodge at the time and it was my duty to break in some new guides.  That meant I had to sit in the boat and direct the rookie rowers while backtrolling a plug.

I was hungry and the rookies had packed the cooler with some bananas.  I remember saying “What were you guys thinking?  I told them bananas were supposed to be taboo, but I was not really worried.  As I directed the first rower through a narrow slot, I went straight to work munching on a monkey pickle.  Before I took a second bite, my rod tip buried.  We laughed and joked about our powerful mojo that no banana superstition could overcome.  I happily landed and released a beautiful chrome, sea lice bearing, 35lb hen.

That evening, I called Andy Mezirow who is a captain and the owner of Crackerjack Sportfishing in Seward.  If you want to fish the salt on your Alaska trip, you want to be on one of Andy’s boats.  Just don’t plan on shoving off with any bananas. I told Andy of the scenario with my King and he did not skip a beat before replying in a grave voice. “Sorry to hear about your bad luck.  If you had not messed with that banana, then you would have hooked the 98# world record buck that was swimming next to that little rat you caught.” That’s an interesting perspective.  I have been haunted by it every time I have looked at a banana since.

I’m not afraid to admit severe Banana Phobia.

In Alaska, there was a crazy incident experienced by the guests and crew on a Saltwater Safari Co. charter out of Seward.  As I remember it, they had two full boats with a wedding party that ran all the way out to the edge of Montague Island at the mouth of Prince William Sound. It’s a run of 2.5 to 3 hrs and was considered the grail of halibut water at the time. Word was that the fishing would be off the hook, but after an hour, nothing was happening on either boat.  The captains were radioing back and forth as the guests got increasingly anxious and started to wonder if they’d been sold a long boat ride.  As another hour passed with no action, the frantic captains started in on bananas. Who has them?  Throw them over.  Apparently, someone did and after they were tossed, the fish began biting and both boats filled up on monster halibut.  I think it was considered to be the largest sport caught haul of halibut ever.

First King on the oars

No Banana in the Boat

I soon got serious about no bananas. I admit to catching a few fish with bananas on the boat or eaten by anglers, but only a few. I have a long list of days that went bad or started out bad when bananas were present or eaten by guests. One such incident was rather embarrassing.  I was running a boat on the Lower Kenai and it was mid July prime time for King Salmon.  I was guiding a mixed party with a couple from Oregon and a couple from Florida.  For the past week, I had limited every day on big fish.  The expectation was high for another fine day.

Before boarding this vessel, raise your right hand and solemnly swear…Yes, we have NO Bananas…oops 

I'm your worst nightmare

Bye Bye Fishy

We hit the zone I anticipated to be hot.  Other boats were hooking fish, but somehow, I was drawing a blank.  I was running the same gear through the same water as the past week, amid fish that appeared to be on the bite.  I was dumbfounded until Maureen pulled out a banana and began to munch.  I did not say a word, but her husband completely lost it.  He was a big game fisherman who traveled the world and wanted to add a trophy king salmon to his resume.  He started shouting at his wife for eating a banana and I actually had to take them to shore and drop them off for awhile to cool off.  When they returned, Joe claimed he had forced Maureen to puke up the banana, so the fishing should improve.  She looked ill.

We went on to land two Kings that day on the lines of the couple from Oregon, while Maureen and Joe continued to draw a blank. The next day, Maureen and Joe were back.  Joe claimed that Maureen had experienced a successful bowel movement that morning so we were banana free and the creepy episode continued.  Maureen landed the first fish that day and soon after I slid a net under Joe’s 60lb trophy.  I’m not superstitious, but what more sign does one need.  I’ve had a No Bananas sticker on my boat for many years now for good reason!

How about some science? “Ethylene is a hormonal trigger in plants that causes cells to degrade and fruit to ripen. A good example is the banana. The presence of ethylene is what causes the banana to go from hard and green to soft and yellow.” (quote from NASA)

If we can smell bananas, then what about trout and salmon that can detect chemical differences to parts per million?  Superstition aside, I would rather err on the side of science and caution.  I don’t think its crazy to want my flies, leaders, lines, cork grips and reel handles to remain free of banana funk.

No Banana Guides

It’s pretty simple people. Don’t mess with bananas when you are fishing or handling your fishing gear!  Just to be safe, don’t even talk about them while on the water. You should probably email this post to every angler you know for their own good and the sanity of any guide they might hire.

Some parting words of advice:

If you are fishing in the morning, skip the Bananas Foster for dessert.  I don’t even know why restaurants serving fisherman offer it.  My friend Dom had it on the menu at the Kingfisher in Cooper Landing, Alaska.  He took it off because all the guides were telling their guests not to order it.  Want a muffin for breakfast?  Go with chocolate or even poppy-seed, but never banana nut.  Don’t even think about bringing a banana muffin for your guide.  Be very careful of breakfast cereals, especially granola and watch out for that trail mix at lunch.  It’s very likely that PETA has learned about the negative power of bananas over fish and has a campaign to insert them into some of the products unsuspecting anglers might pick up on the way to the river.  If you do happen to slip up, carefully hide the offensive product and don’t under any circumstances mention it to those in your fishing party. Remain ever vigilant and may the fish reward you.

Yes, we have no bananas!

Now...safe banana free dining for anglers.


“Friends don’t let friends fish with bananas.” Alaska Fly Boy

Check out this post for more NB proof.

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Spring is finally winning the battle in Montana.  Yesterday, I went out to help my friend Brian get familiar with his new boat.   I plan to help him get familiar with it as much as possible over the next month or so.

Now What.

No Oars? What do I do?

We bypassed three landings due to ice, before we hit one that was open.  The way the warm Chinook is howling today however, the lingering ice and snow will be sucked away very soon.  Due to increased daylight and warmth, I have been on the go (outside).  No blogging or writing this past week, so I am pulling out some notes I laid down in the middle of this cold winter (past?).  This is a trout fishing tip…

Use Your Imagination

To be successful getting bites, it helps to have an idea of where your line, leader and fly are within the water column.  Many inexperienced anglers just get their stuff out there and wait for or expect a bite.  Experienced anglers know there are many variables involved in the activity of fishing any given cast.  As a guide, I encourage anglers to imagine or picture in their mind what is actually happening under the surface.  Visualizing subsurface mysteries is a fundamental key setting great anglers apart from people who are just fishing.

Knowing when to mend to set up a dead drift or create the correct swing is important, but understanding what is happening to your fly is central to the process.  Currents are different from the surface to the bottom.  Changes in depth and structure create rivers within rivers.  Spend some time observing fish in clear moving water if you can.  Then try to target a specific fish if you can find one.  Pay close attention to your line, leader and fly throughout the drift.  Even if you can’t spot any fish, you can pick out a target and watch the drift of your fly.  Did the fly go where you expected?  Did it reach proper depth?   Watch what the current does to your fly as it drifts around rocks, over ledges and along the bank.  Build a mental file of these variables.  Now you have some background to imagine what is happening in stained water, deep water or larger rivers where you can’t see your target.

Fly tying and fly selection are both imaginative processes.  Fishing a fly should be as well.  When it comes to streamers, anglers will pick out a fly based on some criteria such as good looks or the fact that someone said it was a hot pattern.  Then they proceed to fish every fly the same way.  Flies have as many personalities as the tiers who build them. Pull each one through the water.  See what happens when the line goes slack.  Animate it with your rod.  Then cast it out there and sell it to the fish.

Winter Brown on a Streamer

I was sold out.

It was obvious I was in the middle of a fevered fish jones when I wrote this, but I think most people will either agree with these thoughts or be able to put some of these ideas into play.  Tight Lines!

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I enjoyed an excellent day yesterday.   My friend Brian Neilsen of Fin Fetchers Outfitters picked me up and did the driving.  He was hosting Kevin Jergens of Fisheyesoup and the three of us went to Showdown for a Powder Wednesday.  Showdown has received almost 200” of snow already this year. With nearly a foot of fresh powder on slopes closed Monday and Tuesday…well, you get the idea.  Sam Wike from the Big R Flyshop loaned Kevin some twin tips and he was pretty excited to be hitting the slopes.  He has been living in South Carolina and was quick to let us know he was heading home to 70s and golf today, while we are presently sub zero again in Great Falls.

Showdown Montana

It’s always funny how many fish heads love to ski, but all we do is talk about fishing on the drive, on the chairlift and in the bar.  It’s actually kind of perfect.  Unless you happen to be joining parties of fish heads (so I’ve been told) for a non fishing activity and are forced to listen to it.  Spouses, girlfriends, children, relatives etc., are often marooned in the land of fish speak.  So going skiing and getting a perfect drift on the hard water with a couple fish heads, without distraction from non fishing associates is pretty sweet.

Here is the ultimate tune to listen to or at least play in the internal soundtrack when ripping through the trees (@showdown) or battling that huge fish.


Daily Call to Action

Not a day goes by without news and calls to action.  Next Thursday, I’m planning to go to Helena to raise voice against HB309, Montana’s special interest bill to restrict public access on a ridiculous amount of water.

From TU

In a five-day span last week, the House drafted a bill that would wipe out years of progress that TU – its volunteers, staff and partners – have made on some of our toughest habitat challenges, and cut severely into federal resource agency funding programs just as the field season is about to start.  A funding bill should not contain them, but the bill’s ill-conceived legislative provisions contain the following harmful items: Follow this link for your daily call to action. HR1Action Alert.

While you are doing that, lets hope this goes well.  National hunting, angling and sporting groups will call on Obama administration during a press conference on the protection of Bristol Bay, Alaska

From Scott Hed Director Sportsman’s Alliance for Alaska


Rory @ R Dub Outdoors commented on a post yesterday.

Hey I noticed you guys catch big rainbows up there. I am giving away steelhead flies on my page and I am sure they will work great for your fishing as well.

Rory: Yes they would likely work for big rainbows in Alaska and I also fish for steelhead a few times a year.  As a guide, I tie hundreds of very specific flies for the guiding I do.  While I love to tie, time does not seem to allow me to create or tie much beyond my guiding needs.  When I get to fun fish, it always seems like I come up short with flies for my own needs.  I would love to have some new quality flies, tied by another guide and passionate angler and of course I will sing your praises when I land Troutzilla on one of your creations!


Its damn cold here in Great Falls, MT and some forcasts are calling for -25 tonight plus windchill’s going horribly wrong.  It keeps snowing just enough to freeze on the windshield as soon as you turn your car off.  I checked out Deneki’s Bonefish 101, as I am thinking a bit about fishing in a warm ocean right now.  Just putting the finishing touches on our Florida trip during the first week of May.  We are going to be staying at Roland Martin’s house in Islamorada.  My buddy Eric just poled a friend into an 80lb Tarpon right out front on Tuesday.  Its always great to have a trip on the horizon.  Late Addition: Eric just called today to say that while staked off eating Dion’s Fried Chicken and drinking cold beer, they had a nice shot at a tarpon.  The shot was good and they hooked and landed a 100lber.  Why do you always call when its colder than cold to tell me about another fish Lundy?

Well, there is today’s soup. I actually took some hot soup to school and had lunch with my wife, braving the sub zero cross town trek.  Now its time to clean up the house, I mean I did go skiing yesterday.

Ultimate Showdown

Ultimate Showdown

Tight Lines or Deep Turns or Good Shots…Kevin (or whatever they say in golf when not swearing about shanking it into the trees)!

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In the past 24 hours, I have had five people make reference to my great lifestyle.  While I could create an entire post listing the trade offs, that would be no fun.  I am a happy guy most of the time and thankful for all the wonderful experiences and fish I have seen in Alaska and other wild and fishy places.  On Tuesday, I was actually fishing Montana in 50 degree weather and exercising a bunch of trout and maybe gloating a bit.  But right now, its 3 degrees and its been snowing since Wednesday.  My buddy captain Eric Lund is using his new smart phone like a voodoo doll and poking me with pictures from Islamorada where he says its a bit chilly at 79 degrees.  Then we have these guys…frankly Frank (and Felt Soul guys), I am envious.  (I have also encountered Big Foot and have a story for another time.)

On another track, I read an interesting opinion post yesterday from Fly Fish Ohio called the Extinction Event.  Joe writes about The Fly Fishing Industry’s Headlong Rush Into Irrelevance And How It Might Be Able To Save Itself… The fly fishing industry is missing the mark for generating more participation. The number of fly fishing anglers is spiraling down.  The number of fly fishing days per capita spent on the water has increased dramatically and the amount of money spent on high end goods by a shrinking number of dedicated and financially solvent people is keeping us going for now, but for how long?  The future of our sport is about to nose dive, unless we can make some changes.

Despite what we say about fly fishing not being an elitist sport, videos showing anglers flying around in helicopters and casting $1000+ fly rods are just not helping our cause.  Sorry Felt Soul guys…we still want to be you, it’s just that most kids will never grow up to do what you are doing.  The problem we need to face is getting young people off the couch by showing them opportunities at home.  There are many good fly fishable waters and species to chase throughout our country that don’t require a helicopter, only a little knowledge and an inexpensive fly rod.  So here is my thought.  Beyond the industry offering lower priced tackle, fly fishermen need to begin recycling.  How many first generation fly rods are out there gathering dust?  Will you ever actually fish that 5wt DS now that you have an XP, ZAxis and TCX?  Even if the answer is yes, how valuable would it be to pass it on to a young angler who just needs some spark and some tackle to begin the lifelong quest we are all passionate about; to become someone who will grow up to support the industry and care about preserving his local waters.

A couple years ago, I pulled a modest fly rod from the Kenai River.  While there was nothing wrong with it, I had no need for such a rod.  Several days later, I had a father and son on a guided trip who wanted to try fly fishing.  They loved it, but the father said that after the cost of the trip, he could not see spending $500 bucks to get his son started fly fishing at home.  After fishing, we drove back to my cabin and I presented him with the rod and dug out an old reel and fly line to make it work. He has since landed many fish on that outfit in Florida and his dad is bringing him back to Alaska for their third trip this summer.

This spring, with some help from our fly fishing club (MRF) I am planning a free fly casting class for kids from the Great Falls schools.  We will pull in as many donation rods as we can get and send as many kids home with a rod and a dream as we can.  Its grass roots time people.  We need to save our sport.

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Sustainable Fishing

Healthy Water, Healthy Fish, Careful Release...Sustainable

What does sustainable fishing mean to me?

My goal as an angler and a guide is to interact with the fish and the habitat that supports them in a manner that does not adversely impact either one.  Some impacts are inevitable, but as long as they are minor in nature, understood, and within levels that the fishery and environment can recover from, they can be reasonable.

What fishing practices do I engage in that help fisheries?

I’m not certain whether I chose to be a fishing guide or that guiding chose me, but after several years, I transitioned from an all styles guide to a fly fishing only focus.  While arguable, though born out from my personal experiences, fly fishers tend to be more concerned about the environment they fish within and the fish themselves.  As a guide, I noticed that my impacts on the fishery in the Kenai River were considerably less on fly fishing trips then on trips with a salmon harvest focus and any means (gear/bait) tactics.  I strongly believe in catch and release for resident wild fish and selective harvest of salmon from sustainable fisheries only.  Some years, run strengths my dictate self imposed restrictions beyond allowable limits.  Choosing not to take the largest fish for food from within a population is also a personal choice that can be beneficial to the fishery.

As a guide, I view educating anglers as a huge component to the fishing trip experience. Guiding should go beyond catching and learning to catch fish. Helping our clients to understand the ecosystem, our impacts while fishing and outside threats and concerns to the fishery and habitat are paramount to sustaining our future on the water.

Other thoughts on this subject

Most of us have homewater or possibly several locations where we spend the majority of our time fishing.  Take some ownership.  Learn it.  Find out about the history of your water and how it is today vs. the past.  Is it getting better or worse?  Can you help?  Join a local fishing club or start one with a focus on issues facing your homewater.  Join a national organization that focuses attention on your homewater.  Help, protect, defend and sustain it!

As anglers, it is imperative that we each develop our own code of ethics with a focus on Green Fishing practices.  It is imperative that we take responsibility for sustaining the habitats and the health of the fish we pursue.  It is imperative that we help educate new anglers and show them wonders that fishing can provide.  Sustainable fishing needs sustainable anglers.

Support businesses that support fish.


GreenFish has three primary goals:

1) Improve our fisheries and marine environments

2) Promote responsible and sustainable fishing techniques such as catch & release

3) Promote and protect the sport of recreational fishing for future generations to enjoy

“This blog entry is my submission for the GreenFish and Outdoor Blogger Network Writing Prompt Giveaway”

Fishing and conservation are dependent on one another.  GreenFish offers a fine outline to follow and I’d happily sport any of their apparel.  Good luck and fish on!



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First there was the now infamous post: Fly Fishing needs Dirty Harry

Soon after that came “Elvis Has Left the Building” and the Unaccomplished Angler said:

It was suggested, not by myself but by others, that last week’s Dirty Harry blog entry may have set the bar too high to ever be reached again, by the likes of me anyway. Now that’s not to say that I agree with the suggestion that it was a bar-raising entry, but given the depths of my mediocrity as both an angler and a writer, I believe there is much truth in the assertion that I may have peaked.  Long-time UA supporter Rebecca Garlock (keeper of the Outdooress blog and a Co-Chief Executive of the Outdoor Blogger Network) suggested in the comments section that I was, in fact, “toast”.

Soon there was much speculation and a contest.

Outdoor Blogger Reward Posted


My first thought was in fact, good riddance.  I mean how does a fly fishing guide with rudimentary language skills and no clue about graphic design stand a comparative chance against this kind of blogging genius.  Then I got to thinking some more which hurts my head sometimes.  If this guy truly is a genius (thank goodness for spell check) then he’s up to something.

Here are some comment clues quoted from the man himself:

“I’ve actually met this Werner person you speak of, and he is not to be trusted. I’ve read his blog, which is marginal at best. To be honest, he’s a bit long-winded for my tastes and his retirement actually came as a relief to me. However, his children’s books featuring Olive the woolly bugger are excellent, so I hope he makes good use of his reprieve from blogging to create more books in the series.”

“Pat, please just tell us that the swimsuit you wear during summer wet wading is not a Speedo.” (agreed)

“No doubt the Unaccomplished Angler is grateful for your concern, and certainly the author of the Olive the Woolly Bugger books is curious as to what specifically was the initial basis for your less than charitable thoughts regarding the Olive books? In the UK the term “bugger” has a somewhat different meaning than here in the states, but I doubt that was it…?”

“I’ve got fish to try to catch, and a job to look for (if you’re hiring, drop me a line. Seriously).”

It’s been fun while it lasted—at least for me—but I smell burnt toast.

I’m going fishing.  Tightlines,

For my money, the Unaccomplished Angler is up to the following:

–          Watching cooking shows on cable, I mean the man is clearly an unaccomplished cook.  Who can’t make toast?

–          Roaming the rivers of the Northwest with his posse of Rogue Angles while Chucking Line and Chasing Tail.

–          Creating Wind Knots and Tangled Lines (he is unabashedly unaccomplished) and occasionally catching a Bad Fish.

–          Listening to the Allmen Brothers while following the comments on the Outdoor Blogger Network

–          Working on a brilliant new post that will cement his notoriety and lead to Clint Eastwood taking his call.

–          Writing the script for the movie that will launch his new career in showbiz and help fly anglers become heroes.


Bring it home for us man!

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“Imagine a world where all the kids wanted to grow up to be fishing heroes.” Despite what we often see on popular waters today, fishing license sales are declining.  This is scary when one considers that we as anglers are one of the last lines of defense for the wildlands and rivers we cherish.  I would like to challenge all anglers to introduce a youngster to the sport.  As a guide, I have been fortunate to take families fishing and pass the angling bug on to the next generation.  It’s very special when I get the chance to take a three generation trip and I don’t take the situation lightly.  Inevitably, the trip is first and foremost, focused on the grandson/son and one fish can make three faces light up.  How special is that?

My first fishing hero was Jake Moelk on Boulder Lake in Northern Wisconsin.  He had an arsenal of the coolest steel rods and Pflueger reels spooled with black Dacron musky line.  He was on the water during the glory days of Wisconsin musky fishing and he took me out several times (at the request of my dad I’m sure).  Also living nearby was Joe Bucher.  I used to bike past his house on the way to Northern Highlands Sport Shop.  His boat was seldom home.  At the shop, Jim Ashland entertained a young boy who handled every rod and lure in the store on an almost daily basis during the summers.  I went on my first and only guided trip for many years with musky guide Dick Gries, a buddy of Joe’s.  These men had a profound impact on my life and future.

Tonight, our fly fishing club in Great Falls, MT is getting a presentation from some students involved in the North Middle School Fishing Cub.  How awesome is that?  Here is a link to an article in our newsletter by Pat Volkmar.  Check it out.

Fishing Heroes“You heroes out there know who you are.  We whom you taught to fish, want to say a great big Thank You!

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This title was a comment from one of my favorite guests; Matt Ruck.  It related to a quick post from last June titled “Fishing So Good; they are jumping in the boat“.  Matt had recently fished with Stacy Corbin and me and although fish were caught and fun was had, no fish jumped in the boat.  It is often funny how perception can make it seem like fishing was always better yesterday.  Hope makes one expect better results in the future.  Reality is the time you are on the water.  I’m sure Stacy and I told our guests about the big rainbows caught by Matt and his posse, while we were in the midst of catching a bounty of sockeye salmon.  They probably thought; “These sockeye are great, but I’d really like to catch one of those big rainbows.”   Here are Matt and Stacy with a Fall Humpy.  Matt’s trying to sell Stacy on the fact that its a nice fish, but Stacy’s not buying it.  Looks like you were too late on that one Matt.

Nice Humpy or Moldy Chum

Should have been here when that fish was still swimming.


Don’t ask Matt about the magpies.

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