I had to break out the waders. Fifty-two degree air temps and 59 water temps…and wading in the shady gorge of the creek. While I missed the water-to-skin contact I so enjoy wet-wading, today was a day for wading pants. A little doe, a white-tailed deer, walked along with me in the morning fog and …
We are heading into the most magical time of year in the Smokies…leaf season! If you are new to fly fishing or have never tried it and want to learn without pressure, with support, and a women-friendly guide, then contact me! I’m booking on weekend half days. For the details, check out this link: LEARN …
I didn’t know what to say. It took a while, but gradually it began to sink in and memories began to flash and emotions arose. Friends…Hans and Renee at Lulu’s with the surprise Freddy and the Fishsticks free show during the oil spill….Greensboro and the dive club—building and setting up a tiki bar, offering refreshments …
A few feet from me, the trout rose to the surface and sighted the fly as it slowly drifted down the run. It was like an athlete carefully watching as a ball was hurled toward it and then…BAM! It caught the fly with a quick slurp. I’m always learning from the trout magi. Something new …
It happened again. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning dreaming of elk bedded down all around my home and then, late this afternoon, I came upon a large gathering of elk as they begin to come together for their annual autumnal rut festival. According to a national park volunteer I spoke with, …