Can you think of anything more exciting than a dry fly eat? How about in the Rocky Mountains, while Elk and Big Horn sheep watch on as you get mesmerized watching a Cuttie sip your fly of the waters meniscus. Yeah, that’ll do just fine.
#dryflyfishing #dryfly #albertafishing
Check out the paddle on this chrome beauty. Often the first glimpse of a hooked #steelhead
is the moment when it’s tail breaks the surface. It’s a moment that captures the imagination and fills me with awe #skeenawild #beautifulbc
A stocker bow from a very sunny AR morning.
The fall trout bite has been so good in stillwater. What else is a fly bass guy to do when the temps plummet? Notice the ice on the rod...?
Another weekend of recharging on the river with the boys and breaking in my new 7wt. Next trip we will be on the Juan. 📷 @tweezercoyle #flyfishing
Going fishing is always a good idea!
I ❤️ day dates! .
Yesterday, we took a hike at a local state park & did some fishing 🎣. It was a chilly, fall day but the views were worth it. .
What did you do this weekend? 😊
The season is coming to an end. Not over yet, but as these hills begin to trend cold, so do the finned ones we’ve spent the last months stalking... and like the trout, we slow too. It is a time of contemplation. Of reflection.
Missed fish are an incredible metaphor for our lives. We are so easily moved to analyze our mistakes regarding the ones that got away. Strange how much harder it is to capture our faults in every day life. The angler, though, is compelled towards self reflection, and these hills provide the quiet and the expanse to fill the space between leaves with such questions. Bury burdens in the ground. Launch dreams from trees. Take the time to understand. Welcome the shoulder of a season or your partner. Seasons change.