Making the drive over the Hood Canal to the Olympic Peninsula on a clear and sunny August morning. Listening to Bendigo Fletcher and other folk music on your way set against the backdrop of lush evergreen forest and the Puget Sound. Arriving at the trailhead and feeling that tingling excitement of a new trip flow… Continue reading A Portrait of a Great Trip
An overcast Saturday morning in the Olympic National Forest provided the perfect backdrop for my first Washington fly fishing expedition. The clouds hung low in the sky, shrouding the mountain peaks as we crossed the Hood Canal, entering the Olympic Peninsula. My lunchtime research this past week focused on identifying a few candidates in the… Continue reading Olympic Interlude
And just like that, The Path Less Fly Fished has hit the four year milestone! This project began as an idea while spending the summer of 2017 living in northern Utah. Since creating this blog, it has been my continual attempt to capture the why of fly fishing through writing. Why people will go to… Continue reading The Path Turns Four
At long last, the mercury has crawled up the thermometer column into positive territory once again. Lately I’ve been putting in an hour or so at the tying desk each night, slowly fortifying my oft-neglected nymph box. The recent homecoming of a good friend aligned perfectly for a trip to one of our most beloved… Continue reading Midwinter Reunions
Frau Keller wouldn't budge. Seated behind her desk in a minimalist-modern styled office, she looked forward at us, austere and silent. It was the language barrier that complicated things; 56% of Germans speak English, Fr. Keller was not one of them. Or the fact that two foreigners had just showed up, unannounced, at her door.… Continue reading Fly Fishing Bavaria: Part IV – Obtaining the Licenses
Everything closes down on Sundays in Germany, a national day of the week dedicated to rest and observance. This is especially true in the largely Catholic state of Bavaria. A few essentials remain open, the public transit system being one of these. Opting out of renting a car while traveling abroad, not impossible in countries… Continue reading Fly Fishing Bavaria: Last Train to Altenau
Editor's Note: We have a bit of a milestone post here - the first time that a contributing writer has been featured on the blog. This essay was written by my good friend and longtime follower of TPLFF, Dean Kuettel. Look for content from the both of us in the future; I hope that this… Continue reading New Horizons Before Dawn
The days are getting shorter and snow is already on the ground as I write this in Wisconsin. More and more my mind has been drifting to simpler times and warmer days at a particular place - the Ammer river. A serious case of writers block has been stopping me from working on the essay… Continue reading A Day on the Ammer
October. The time is here to sneak in one last trip before the closing of the Wisconsin trout season next Tuesday. Frigid temps in the 20s called for extra layering, fingerless gloves, a neck gaiter, the whole shabang usually reserved for the early season. Just as the season started on my favorite of streams in… Continue reading Fall & Renewal
"Servus!" A voice rings from a back room as I make my way through an open door on the side of an all-white building. A man appears dressed in an Orvis button up shirt and round spectacles. His name is Jean-Pierre and this is our first time meeting after months of email correspondences. "So you… Continue reading Fly Fishing Bavaria: Part II of V – The Shop
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