This summer Jacob and I have both had lists of things to accomplish a mile long and the closer we get to our vacation the more the "to-do's" seem to pile up. It's been "hurry up and get it done" for months now, barely finding time to squeeze in personal fishing trips. Living life at this pace inevitably ends up fishing at the same pace. We end up worrying about the work there is to do at home, the guide trips that are tomorrow, and how many hours of sleep we can actually survive on. To make matters worse, I rarely sit back and enjoy fishing anymore, I focus solely on how many fish are being caught, am I getting good enough pictures, are all my images starting to look the same, what can I do to shake it up? It's hard to get out of that rushed mentality when it's become your life.Read More
That being said, we will be gone for the entire month of September.
If you are need of a sock (or more) or anticipate needing any next month, please place your order before August 18th. Any order placed after that date I cannot guarantee to be finished and shipped before I leave.Read More
Every stream is different, every day is different, and every outcome is different.Read More
In exactly one month, Jacob and I will be in our 12th hour of driving, probably somewhere in Arkansas, on our way to Durango.Read More
Through all the late night conversations about reel seats, shimmers, different varnishing techniques, not being allowed to take the laundry down to the basement for days, and thread wrap choices, I'm always in awe when I see it all come together.Read More
Sunday morning there was a chill in the air. An actual, honest-to-god, chill in the air! The black coffee smelled and tasted so good in that crisp air and my flannel shirt felt so comfortable.
This summer has been unbearable. It's been too hot to move. The humidity has been thick and heavy hanging around with no relief.
Forests have been shut down because of crazy people.
Guide trips have consumed whole seven day weeks with no sign of relief.
The "tubber" and swimming hole hatches have been abounding.
Summer has been unbearable.
But, Sunday morning...
There was just enough of a change in the air to get you going and really get you excited about the day. The roads led us up and around into Pisgah, to views we hadn't seen in a while and rivers our feet hadn't touched. We picked a little stream close to a trail head but arrived before any hikers or any other anglers. It was calm and quiet and just what we needed.
The most beautiful sight of all was all the little rainbows! Ranging in size from too small to even bite the fly to eight inches, all bubbling up all around us. All so ambitious you had to stop and admire their tenacity.
For me, the best fishing trips are not the record breaking ones or the "exotic" ones, but rather the ones that make you sit back, slow down, and simply admire everything that's around you. I try my hardest to make every fishing trip, every hike like that, but I'm easily distracted by all the noise.
I needed a cool, quite day if just to block out the noise.
If you've been a loyal reader for a while you may have noticed that the blog has taken on a new appearance. Jacob and I came to the conclusion that with all our new endeavors and new opportunities it was time to upgrade and "re-brand."Read More
I've recently taken up the act of bargaining with nature. It's silly and futile and I'll never win, but I keep trying.Read More
If there is anything I've learned from the tiny Appalachian brook trout it's to always choose the road less traveled.