I was on the day's 99th cast when I realized how much I missed doing this. As I fired off another hopeful presentation with my 10-weight, I looked up the shoreline to see dolphins surfing through the rolling waves of the Caribbean Sea. Ten minutes earlier, my wife, Robin, had jumped a 150-or-so-pound
In the back seat of my car my fly rod is still strung up with the big streamer I'd last used in October in a desperate, Hail Mary attempt to catch a smallmouth bass before winter's onset. It was cold, the wind was howling and I gave up after the time it takes to drink one beer. Now I'll settle into my
A dozen years spent mostly indoors might be about enough for this outdoorsman.
Just A Lovely Day
What is the most important milestone in an angler's career? Most fly-fishers would probably tell you it's that usually awkward, always triumphant, moment when you hook and land your first fish on a fly. My own first fly-caught trout came from the Little Beaverkill, just upriver from Junction Pool in