To everything, there is a season. Seeing the peaks of the Olympic Mountains powdered in fresh snowfall on my drive into work this week means that the end of the mountain stream season is upon us. I found my stream fishing trips this season to be fewer and farther between than in past years. That’s… Continue reading Turn, Turn, Turn
The shrill of a solitary olive-sided flycatcher sounds like an alarm clock reverberating through the woods. I roll over in my sleeping bag to grab my phone from the pocket overhead and check the time, 4:58AM. Two minutes before my digital alarm is set to sound. I'll take the flycatcher any day. Unzipping the tent,… Continue reading Westslope Road Trip
The Path Less Fly Fished 