Through the years I’ve spent fly fishing and fly tying, I have seen a whole lot of flies. Having an art background I have found that I tend to look at all of them with a critical eye; noting each small hard fought victory at the vise as well as their imperfections. Over time I have found that, regardless of the style of fly, the care given to the head of the fly is indicative of the care used at each step along the way. I try …

Had a call from a friend who guides up on the Salmon and he had a trip for Saturday that he couldn’t make. He wanted to know if I would take it. They were beginers and wanted to catch their first steelhead.   I agreed to show them how to bobber them up.
I of course played [...]

Elmer was my great-uncle. He lived in Shushan, New York, and his home stood on an eastern bank of the Battenkill. In the water that cut a swath through his backyard, I caught my first trout on a fly. Elmer was my great-aunt Aggie’s second husband; her first drowned in the river as had her only son. It’s a tragic story, and an [...]

Decided to get back to Flyosophy’s roots: finding tenuous reasons to post pics of beautiful women with musical talent.  Playing the piano is probably the third hottest thing a woman can do fully dressed…I’ll leave it up to your imagination to discover the second.  Naturally, the first is making a Bacon Cheeseburger Meatloaf.
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Just kicking it on a cold day mining footage from the fall.  Here’s something interesting, Kings do actually hit swung flies…
That’s Wierd