I grew up fishing the gulf coast with my dad and brother. The three of us spent a lot of time on the water with my dad untangling lines, patiently instructing us on casting various reel types, and teaching us about the saltwater ecosystem. I was hooked on spin fishing from a young age, even though I was almost always the only girl out on the bay. My dad and brother didn’t seem to mind me tagging along in the summers, but the fall was a different story. Every year when the leaves starting changing colors, the boys would head up to north west Arkansas with a father son group to fly fish on the Little Red river – and, being a girl, I wasn’t invited. Continue reading “Women Fly Fishing On The Water”
For anglers, being on the water is where many of our most memorable experiences are created. Capturing those moments on film, or in megapixels helps us to relive the instances that frame our experience. But balancing photography time with fishing time is a tricky business which requires a balancing act between rod and camera.
For those who aspire to strike the balance between rod and camera, take heart because it can be done by keeping one thing in mind; you can’t get the shot with a fly rod in your hands, believe me I’ve tried. Continue reading “The Fly Fishing Photographer”
Part 1: Once I meet someone new it becomes apparent to them quite quickly that I have a lot of hobbies, like to stay busy and might be classified as having an “Type A” personality. I have a hard time sitting still and am always up for trying something new.
Tenkara is what got me back into fly fishing. I spent a decade living in parts of the country where fly fishing wasn’t possible. When I moved back to Colorado I fell back into it, picking up gear and fishing buddies almost as soon as I hit the ground outside Denver International Airport. Continue reading “Getting Back Into It : Tenkara Fly Fishing”
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”