I started fly fishing at the age of 8 and I am now going on 50! I can say the best times in my life were going fishing with my Dad and Grandfather.

To get across the river I remember my father putting me on his shoulders and carrying me across the stream so I wouldn’t get wet. But inevitably I would fall in, usually being soaked and that water being really cold as it was in March. Nevertheless, I would always keep going. As soon as I would hook a fish the coldness always seemed to go away! Continue reading “Learning To Fly Fish From My Dad”