Posts tagged "Fly Fishing"
Hoarding

Hoarding

Tamp down those thoughts of Sugar Plum fairies and let’s get back to what really matters. The glass half full portion of the equation tells us that we can be mining some of our favorite runs in just under two weeks. Can I get an Amen? With that in mind I’ll take you back to...
Black Friday

Black Friday

Happy holidays, folks. For those of you still sifting through the blogosphere, I’ll offer you up a little respite from the Adrift™ historical record by providing some angling action from last week. The early morning traffic on the Milwaukee River was less than I anticipated for a holiday weekend. My Black Friday tradition is usually...
All You Can Eat

All You Can Eat

I’m intentionally leaking fishing content at a snails pace at this point. This approach allows us to live vicariously through my summertime exploits. Let’s pick up where we left off last time folks. Rode hard, and put away wet. Adrift in the cold, hard world of multi-million dollar mountain properties. Fortunately my exhaustion didn’t prevent me...
Like There's No Tomorrow

Like There’s No Tomorrow

The allure of the unknown pried me from my lunching location neatly tucked into the cozy confines of the Black Canyon of the Gunnison in the Curecanti National Recreation Area. A day and half of eating out of a cooler left me longing for more. I set out to indulge in a celebratory meal in Montrose and potentially shoot the...
Can't Hardly Wait

Can’t Hardly Wait

Just thought I’d throw down a quick, “how do you do?” The good news is that there’s a lengthy wrap up on my Colorado excursion sitting in the queue. The bad news is that I’ve neglected finishing the writing. I’ve been too busy logging stream miles, and made a recent pilgrimage to see the new/old...
Leaving on a Jet Plane

Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed I’m ready to go. I’m standing here outside your door. I hate to lose my temper and say f-ing goodbye… “I should be soaking in ice cold rocky mountain waters by now,” I reassured myself. Instead I stood in a hornet’s nest of malcontents where expletives and claims of highway...
Brother Carp

Brother Carp

In my teen years I picked up the nickname “Brother Carp” from my fishing crew as a moniker of solidarity. The reasons for this become harder to explain with my advancing age. My buddies and I somehow picked up the brotherhood theme in our many hours of outdoors tomfoolery and perhaps the influence of an...
Go On Take the Money and Run

Go On Take the Money and Run

As I pressed my nose up against the glass I couldn’t help but contemplate another urban angling assault. Unfortunately I don’t own an “Urbanist” fly fishing pack, so I felt rather ill prepared for the task at hand. Rather than another Manhattan raid, the subject of this contemplation was the all too familiar “Windy City”...
The Big Easy

The Big Easy

I must confess that I’m running a little behind on the blog posts. The dog didn’t eat my homework, but between traveling, work and fishing there’s been little time for superfluous zeros and ones. I’ll do my level best to right the ship and get this thing back up to speed with my current backlog of...
The Road Less Traveled

The Road Less Traveled

My arrival in the land of fast walkers had an eerily familiar vibe to it. Apparently the cool wet weather that has blanketed the homeland had found its way to the city. There would be no grandiose vistas as we crept in on the Queens-Midtown Expressway. Manhattan was socked in like a cold mug of...
From Zero to Hero

From Zero to Hero

Hey let’s look at a bunch of fish pics, shall we? What is it with us anyway? This baby reads like a dysfunctional issue of Playboy. Don’t hesitate to bask in this voyeuristic medley of pint-sized aquatic pin ups. Regular folks must wonder why someone would be drawn to such banter. After a recent Brookie outing, I...
Viscosity

Viscosity

I’ve previously stated that there is no greater month for trout fishing in these parts than June. It’s just a personal preference. On the flip side I’ll admit to disliking the late winter/early spring period. I don’t appreciate being the meat in the trout sandwich. Earlier in the winter things are cold, somewhat unbearable, yet...
Up Shit Creek

Up Shit Creek

In standard annual rite of passage fashion I strapped on the boots and donned the waders for celebratory purposes. It was birthday week here at the worldwide headquarters, and the gift that keeps on giving is a hearty round of chasing tail. For a second year in a row I was snubbed in the steelhead...
We've Only Just Begun

We’ve Only Just Begun

Are you tired of looking at my windshield yet? I should retire this photo from the usual assortment of flotsom, but I seem to keep snapping the pic and subsequently feel the need to post it. I think it may be a subconscious reaction to Phil Monahan after he posted one of my videos on...
Good Things Come in Small Packages?

Good Things Come in Small Packages?

2013 has been billowing like an overstuffed burrito. The ever important life/work balance has been stalled at the work end of the spectrum. There has been little room between the beans and cheese of life for chasing trout. As last week unfolded, I finally found a small window for a much anticipated day trip into...
I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning

I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning

I’ve been relegated to the bottom of the barrel over the last few weeks. It’s absolutely the lowest point of the year from a fishing standpoint and there are very few local outlets to get a fix. Work and holiday fanfare have helped pass the time, but still doesn’t quench the thirst. The ice hasn’t...
Fair and Balanced

Fair and Balanced

This blog entry has been partially written for the better part of a month. It’s been lingering in the air like a stale fart. Instead of committing it to the virtual waste bin I opted to polish it up and throw it your way. The scrutiny level of certain conservative media outlets reached of fevered...
Milwaukee's Best

Milwaukee’s Best

I’ve been an insomniac for the better part of my adult life. There’s a fair chance that these sleepless tendencies started as a result of my addictive approach to recreational activities. I always toss and turn with anticipation the night before a fishing outing or a ski/snowboarding trip. Friday night would be no exception to...
Man vs. Wild

Man vs. Wild

There’s no question that I fancy myself an explorer. But in reality, my sense of adventure is often tempered by things like, parenting duties, work, and the certainty of my urban existence. The fishing community is rife with like-minded travelers searching far and wide seeking what experience “isn’t” in their own backyards. Exchanging pleasantries with...
Trick or Treat?

Trick or Treat?

By the time the kiddies are sporting their ghoulish duds on for an evening of tricks and treats I’m grasping at straws for the remainder of open water. The cold air may be slowly invading our turf, but there’s still plenty of warmwater flowing and fish to be caught. Beyond my aforementioned Muskie chasing tendencies, I also...
Suicidal Tendencies

Suicidal Tendencies

Let’s kick things off with what really matters. How about a proper shout out to Jack? As I sit here scribing this post my boy is recovering from surgery. Sure it was just a simple tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy, but not the most fun day for a 5-year old. In the context of the angling arts, it...
Money in the Bank

Money in the Bank

Getting inside my head can be vexing territory. My mind, like most of my angling brethren, is one of both simple needs and perplexing tendencies. While I’d like to consider myself an evolved life form over our rodentia counterparts, I unabashedly approached the last week of 2012 trouting with the same fervor as a squirrel...
It's a Marathon, Not a Sprint.

It’s a Marathon, Not a Sprint.

I’m on the clock. The darkness at the end of the tunnel is well within sight. Two more weeks and it’s all over for the unknown soldier. I feel compelled to savor every moment of late season trouting. There is work left to be done. Okay, enough of the god damn cliches, but seriously, there...
Hello. Is There Anybody Out There?

Hello. Is There Anybody Out There?

As the trout season limps to a conclusion, I’ve come to the realization that there’s only a small Band of Brothers committed to see it to the grand finale. Traffic on internet forums have slowed to a trickle, and my lackluster Google Analytics only serve to support this theory. I’d imagine many have changed gears to...
35 Days

35 Days

While my camera has sat idly on my desk over the last month, a little voice in the back of my head has nagged me to release the contents to the world. It’s not that I haven’t taken any pictures, on the contrary there’s been a decent smattering of megapixels accumulating. It’s just that life...
Misjudging a Book by Its Cover

Misjudging a Book by Its Cover

Things have been a bit busy for me lately, and while I’ve been on the water, the blog entries have been waning. No worries Adrifters, I’ve got a back log of content and posts should begin to flow again. I’ll make up for lost time by stretching this post out a mile long. It takes two...
Duck and Cover

Duck and Cover

The proliferation of the duct tape and plastic sheeting mentality is not a new phenomenon. A wise man once exclaimed, “the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” Another one of my personal favorites is the classic cold war era Duck and Cover propaganda film where children were advised on how to protect themselves from an atomic blast. Paranoia and...
Apple Pie and Ice Cream

Apple Pie and Ice Cream

I knew that I was in trouble the minute we rolled into our 4th of July vacation destination. My wife’s Aunt has been lobbying us to visit her cabin in Mercer, Wisconsin for a number of years. I’m not sure why we haven’t take her up on the offer sooner? There is no arm twisting...
Because It's There

Because It’s There

I woke up Saturday morning with the Dane County weed filled outing fresh in my mind, though the thought of scouting new subpar trout water also floated in my head like a mild hangover. I scoured Waukesha County last year in search of the trout that few deem worthy of pursuit, and I was dead...
I'm Loving It

I’m Loving It

After seeing the movie Super Size Me I recall contemplating if this film would actually create a dent in the armor of the mighty “golden arches.” Most reasonable people are aware of the risks that fast food presents, but just don’t care in lieu of instant gratification and ease of caloric intake. Strangely enough trout streams...
This is Fly

This is Fly

I am stoked to be featured in an article in the latest issue of This is Fly Magazine.  Here’s a look at the cover I designed. Check it out!
It's On Like Donkey Kong

It’s On Like Donkey Kong

The sumer of 1981 graced the world with the perplexing puzzle that is Donkey Kong and I with this slab crappie. While this fish may seem inconsequential to most, it continues to influence me to this very day. The summer of ’81 was one of great agony for me since I had suffered a serious burn to...
Breaking Up is Hard to Do.

Breaking Up is Hard to Do.

It’s 3:30 AM on Saturday morning. I’m fueling up the vehicle and the brain. The bad gas station coffee thing from my last entry wasn’t just window dressing. For my money there’s no greater combination than the plain cake donut and black coffee. It’s a tradition learned from my grandpa. The guy would choke down...
What a Long Strange Trip Its Been.

What a Long Strange Trip Its Been.

The life of any respectable fishing junkie is filled with late nights and early mornings on the road. A diet of bad gas station coffee and stale donuts is the order of the day. The prefishing combination of insomnia, anticipation and AM radio is a lifelong ailment. There’s something great about doing something while the...
Stealing Candy from a Baby.

Stealing Candy from a Baby.

This week I scouted some new water in search of big browns. I’ve spent a portion of the spring season scouring lower sections of marginal water in search of bruisers with mixed results. The fishing last week was just too good not to go back to streamers. I threw them most of the time with...