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
Unzip the nymphal shuck of your sleeping bag and rise from your tent with the lightness of a morning trico hatch. Revel in the stillness of the crisp mountain air. Break camp slowly but efficiently. Fold your gear neatly, your future self will thank you. Forego the instant oatmeal and coffee grounds that you packed.… Continue reading Leaving Stones Unturned
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 