Many of you know that my partner Tim Romano is a rowing fool. He has a handful of boats, from inflatables to an old wooden dory (drift boat) he is restoring. Tim has let me row his boats over the years. I've borrowed a number of others and I’ve had a small inflatable raft and whitewater canoe for many years now, so I feel pretty comfortable behind the oars (or with a paddle).
Now that my son is 13 years old and taking a strong interest in rowing himself, I'm vowing to make this the year when I step up in class and get a new boat. But I am still on the fence as to what type I should get. Should I get a drift boat or a raft with a frame? Your advice would be appreciated. Here’s some baseline information to help you guide me:
Whew... I thought I had a case of the shack nasties! Turns out I have nothing to complain about. The folks over at Scumliner Media and Headhunters Fly Shop in Craig, Mont., seem like they've had had a very long, cold winter indeed.
Here's to ice thawing, insects hatching and getting out on the water soon. Have a great weekend and make sure to wear your helmet if you get out Snowboating.
One question I often wrestle with is whether or not to name certain places in the stories I write. After all, I'm an angler too. I appreciate solitude on a fishing stream as much as the next person, and I fully understand that you can love a place to death by writing about it in every detail.
For example, I've written about this place, but I've never named it. Sorry, I'm not going to say where it is now. But those of you who fish in the Rocky Mountain high country know that this is one of thousands of little trout streams that look and fish the same way. It's no great discovery to chance upon a scene like this… certainly nothing an angler willing to dedicate a little hiking and map reading effort couldn't find on his own.
There's been some trials and tribulations along the way, but I'm getting through the "meat" of the project. I am closer to some of the finishing touches and need help making up my mind on a paint job. That's where you all come in once again.
While a lot of weather attention is now focused on the eastern side of the country, what's happening (or perhaps more appropriately, what is not happening) in California may be a bigger disaster. And it's certainly something that should concern anglers.
California governor Jerry Brown declared a drought state of emergency last month. Last year was the driest on record for the Golden State. And rivers are at historic lows — 2014 could see the lowest river flows in decades, possibly ever. And that could have a tremendous impact on California's fish, especially migratory species like salmon and steelhead that won't be able to push up rivers to spawn, and stripers in the Delta, which depend on steady flows of freshwater pushing through the system.
As I type this, the South is in a deep freeze, the Northeast is getting clobbered yet again with some absurdly named winter storm, and the West is just barely starting to thaw out after what seems like weeks of sub-zero temps. And it's only mid February. When's it gonna end?
After spending the past couple days editing photos, I was sucked into a world of tropical waters, big toothy fish, beers topped with limes, raft trips, and an overall sense of hate for old man winter. I thought the least I could do is share these reminders of warmth with you and potentially help everyone fight a case of the shack nasties, at least for a few brief minutes.
It's been a long cold one, but we're over the hump — March is just around the corner and the bass will be moving soon. Here's to spring. I hope it helps.
I cannot remember a Super Bowl that pits two fly-fishing meccas against each other quite like Super Bowl XLVIII does. Seattle against Denver. Two great cities that represent some of the highest concentrations of fly fishermen (and women), per capita, anywhere in America. The steelhead nation versus the high country anglers.
Interestingly, fly-fishing guides, who rarely show any interest in football when they're squeezing in Sunday river trips throughout the fall, are now a deeply-divided lot. The western fly-fishing heartland--places like Idaho and Montana--are now battleground states, where allegiances split both ways. Bozeman doesn't know what to do. Wyoming skews strongly orange, while Oregon naturally tilts toward the Seahawks. Most Alaskan guides will be pulling for the Seahawks, but then again, most Alaskan guides are in Hawaii or someplace tropical now, so they probably still don't give a rip about this football game, because they'll be surfing, or bonefishing, or something like that.
It's that time of year again, folks. The Greenbacks and I will unveil Surface Film — our yearly photo show (that I curate) and Fishing Editor Joe Cermele named four years ago — on Feb. 6 at the Anthology Fine Art Gallery in Denver. The show helps us raise money for conservation projects here in Colorado. Namely our 1of750 project to help save our state fish: the greenback cutthroat.
The image above is from photographer Rob Yaskovic and is just one of 24 amazing fish related imagery that'll be on the wall for sale. It's not just grip and grins, but rather a smattering of culture, landscapes, and as indicated above, things like Spaghettios. It's a fun grouping of images.
For the life of me I can't figure out why casting directors haven't ever once put a decent caster in front of the camera for TV commercials. Be it big-pharma or in this case, a 30-second spot for Southwest Airlines, they're always miserable.
Check out the underhanded tailing loops, piles of line landing on the water, line striping, the ridiculous hook-set, the reel appearing on opposite sides of the rod, and not to mention the horrible handling of the fish at the end.
For me, the use of a landing net has always been dictated by the situation. I always carry a net when I am guiding or fishing with others; I almost never do when wading by myself. It doesn't matter how big the fish are, which species, or even where I am.
But my views on this are changing and I wonder if any of yours are as well. The thing is, with the latest generation of rubberized mesh nets and the light composite materials the frames are now made from, I have found myself using them more on my own. And a beautiful net is, as I have said before, a piece of art that's every bit as much of an heirloom as a favorite rod or reel can be. I'm proud of my net. By using nets more often now, I wonder if I getting lazy or am I starting to see the light?