Category Archives: Fly Fishing

A Few Things I Am Grateful For

Things I am grateful for that sometimes I take advantage of:

  1. Jesus
  2. The Bible
  3. My family
  4. My health
  5. Golf
  6. Fly fishing
  7. Baseball
  8. Naps
  9. Hot showers
  10. Ice cold drinking water
  11. The Rocky Mountains
  12. Oceans
  13. Ice cream
  14. Road trips
  15. Caribbean
  16. Summers in Colorado
  17. Summers in Minnesota
  18. The cathedrals that are baseball stadiums
  19. Rivers
  20. Movies
  21. Music
  22. Christmas morning
  23. Books
  24. White sand beaches
  25. Lakes

Thank you Lord for dying for me on the cross and giving me the opportunity to enjoy the small things in life.

Fly Fishing Vlog: Blue River

I’m trying my hand at a vlog. Yesterday I travelled to the Blue River for a day filled with fly fishing. I couldn’t believe the amount of people who filled the shores. There were no less than the 30 fisherman below the dam in Silverthorne all the way to the walking bridge in town.

I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you would like to see something I was not able to show.


Stalking Your Prey On The Banks Of The River

As I walk along the banks scouting for trout suspended in the water, I think to myself, could this be it, could this be the biggest fish I ever catch. My heart palpitates when I see that log in the water. The unmistakable reddish pink color. I squat down, making myself small, tying not to scare the beauty off.

It’s feeding, swaying in the water catching the bugs as they float down. The placement of my cast is crucial. I may only get one, maybe two casts before I scare it off. Unhooking my rig from my Sage, I cast my fly line farther downstream getting just enough out.

My first cast is a perfect drift, floating over the nose of my prey. Nothing, no flash, no attempt. I try again, and again a perfect cast and drift. No action. I’ve already exceeded my limit. I either try one more time with no return, or change my rig. I change my rig.

I stand after a brief moment, he’s still there. Still feeding. I cast my line, hitting the exact spot I want. It’s coming, it’s coming and finally he flashes. Yes! Fish on! He’s a runner. Downstream, upstream, around boulders, this guy isn’t going to give up easily.

I go for my net but it slips from my grasp. I force my glove covered hand through the frigid water and grab it before it floats away. I’ve got it, but the fish runs for his life. I can feel he’s tired so I reel slowly trying not to brake him off.

As I turn him from front to back to disorient him, he strains for one last ditch effort. I’ve outlasted him, the worthy adversary is caught. And as I lay me net down in the water that holds my prize, I can’t help but fight back the smile. A smile that always seems to be plastered on my face after a catch like that.


Is Fly Fishing An Art Form

Is fly fishing an art form? I would answer with a resounding yes. The ability it takes to be able to place your fly exactly where you need, to get the perfect drift, is a fantastic talent. A skill that is needed if you’re a trophy stalker like myself. Not that I am saying I’m a fantastic talent, I only picked up the sport no more than four years ago. But I’ve been hooked, pardon the pun, ever since.

It is a sport with an uncanny resemblance to pure joy. There may be some of you who do not find it as exhilarating as I do, but to those people I would ask; have you ever set your fly into a 20+ inch rainbow, to fight it by running downstream avoiding boulders, slick ice patches and deep pools, only to net it with an adrenaline-charged smile?

It is hard to contain your giddiness as you see that beautiful creature God created lying just before you. You ask yourself, how such beauty can be transcended through a fish. Once you release it back into the wild, feeling the slimy skin of its body slip through your fingertips, watching, waiting for it to swim off. It’s in that instance you’re one with nature, it’s as if you had gills yourself and were with that trout swaying from side to side in the water.

If you’re not encapsulated by the sport at that time, than I would say yes, find a new hobby. If you are, than I would say, call me up and let’s hit the water.