By Kirk Deeter

I'm on my way out the door for a guide trip.  The water is low, but stained a little.  Basically, it's one of those days where the trout will be condensed in the deeper runs.  As it's that spring wakeup time and lots of bugs are hatching, they'll be eating, big time, throughout most of the day.  And they won't be too choosy, likely biting any nymph with a little flash that attracts their attention.  Maybe some dries in the afternoon.

In other words.  I expect the fishing to be smokin'.

By Kirk Deeter

Photo by Tosh Brown

A fly fishing memoir is a tough thing to pull off.  In my mind, "been there, done that," isn't good enough.  "Me and Bob went fishing"... yawn.  "How I learned to solve the mysteries of the universe while I caught trout"... give me a break.

In other words, I often pick up these books, and within 10 pages, I'm usually thinking to myself, "Get real!"

Whoa, wait a minute... there's a thought.  Get real...

By Kirk Deeter

Last week, President Obama eased restrictions on Cuban-Americans visiting Cuba, and indicated a possible willingness to talk with Cuban leader Raul Castro.  Many people think this is a harbinger of a thaw in the more-than-chilly relations between the two countries, which have lasted 50 years.

By Kirk Deeter

If ever there were a flyfishing tournament that really measures the grit and skill of a champion... wait... scratch that... those don't exist.   But here is a "tournament" that happens for all the right reasons, namely fun, friendship, and a benefit cause.