It is Yvon’s Fault

The provenance of this fishing obsession of ours has roots in Oklahoma, unlike us. It starts in 2012. There is Yvon Chouinard and the Mountain Fork River, from there it grows like laboratory bacteria on a perfectly poured petri dish of agar—something I used to do more of before I found fishing. We had a... Continue Reading →

Donny, Marie, and Trout

Stephen said something the other day that’s got me thinking about Donny and Marie, although the route to such a thought is a tad convoluted. That’s just how I roll. In anticipation of us taking over the Tenkara USA Instagram feed for a spell, we were discussing what we each consider as our preferred fishing... Continue Reading →

The Little Ones

There is a mental game I have played since childhood. I envision the world through the eyes of a colony of amazing tiny humans. I have assured my husband that “Inch People” are not only real, but perhaps the superior race. Small is the new standing tall. They do not shy away from big challenges.... Continue Reading →

Stream to Steam

Traditionally it would be the catch that goes from the stream to the cook pot. Yellowstone has the famous Fishing Pot Geyser known in times past to have boiled a few feasts of the trout persuasion. We have a growing obsession with a variation on that theme. Nature has wonderfully placed hot springs near mountain... Continue Reading →

Stoneflies at the Ankle

A week earlier I’d been instructed to lie on a grassy space with a moulage bruise plastered on my ankle and various puzzling symptoms, allergies, and behaviors to portray. The fellow wilderness first responders seeking recertification that came to my rescue quickly identified my “true” issues and moved on to explore the logic behind the... Continue Reading →

Looking Back on 2016

In an hour or so I will head to the Uncompahgre River for what is likely the last chance I’ll get to catch a fish in 2016. The water will be cold and riverbanks icy but the sun-warmed air will feel good. The tally of fishing days in 2016 is a smaller number than I... Continue Reading →

Opening the Portal

The calendar suggests it is spring in Colorado, however the memo to Mother Nature may have gotten scrambled in delivery. The weather has been squirrely with snow storms and dreary days outnumbering the bluebird, snowmelt-inducing sunny days. Despite that, the canals are open and the rivers are blowing out. The time for tail-water and reservoirs... Continue Reading →

Vicariously Guiding

Some of my happiest days have been the ones spent outdoors with strangers. For a few years the dream was alive that I could at least be a part-time rock climbing and hiking guide. For me, nothing was better than seeing a person, especially the teenage girls, transform from nervous novice at the base of a... Continue Reading →

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