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The Bag Trick For Your Fishing Waders
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The Bag Trick For Your Fishing Waders

I just started using this trick, after a long morning in the water I was struggling to get my feet out of the neoprene booties on my summer waders. I look over at my buddy and he already had his waders off, camp shoes on, fly rod taken apart, and was eating a cold can of soup for lunch. I just sat there stunned until he noticed and came over to help me pry the booties off my feet. After some work I am free and said, “You know there is an easy solution for that.” I had no idea what he was talking about, so he went on to tell me about “The Bag Trick.” It is a simple trick really that works like a charm. All you must do is put your feet in plastic bags before putting them into your waders. Simple as that! Continue reading “The Bag Trick For Your Fishing Waders”

Four Nights Four Rivers
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Four Nights Four Rivers

Day 1

Four nights and four rivers. That was the plan. My Dad and I were going to head out on our Harleys, with all our fishing gear, and take a tour of Colorado rivers. Since it was the middle of July, we knew we’d hit a little a rain, but we ended up riding through a lot more than we bargained for. The first day was going to be the longest day of riding. We left Denver at a decent time, and the plan was to try and outrun the rain, making it over Wolf Creek Pass while it was still dry.

Half the fun for the trip though, started long before we ever left. After we had decided where and when we were going, there was still the pretty big task of trying to figure out how to fit everything for a trip like that on a motorcycle. There were a few fishing things that were a must; waders, boots, 7 piece rod to fit in the saddlebags (and a Tenkara rod for good measure since they don’t take up any space), and my new Patagonia Stealth Atom Sling Pack. Of course, there were also some motorcycle things that were a must; a cover, helmet, jacket, gloves, chaps, and enough clothes that I wouldn’t be able to smell myself too much on the last day while heading down the road at 80 mph. Continue reading “Four Nights Four Rivers”