Chopaka

Memorial at Chopaka...full write up coming shortly

A new toy

Prepare yourself ol' steelface, prepare yourself.....

Bobber Watching on a Beautiful Day

You know, if this fish could talk....I think he's saying....Shit, not again!

With 95% of all our rivers in full run off stage, we hit up a local lake with big, big bows. They treated us kindly. Nothing under 16, all phat and spunky and many taking to the air, 2-3 times



Nothing wrong with a little bobber watching.

Finished the day with a kick ass concert. Drunken Payer....wowsers, these guys were good. Took them in a tiny venue, the Baby Bar....10 feet away from some killer tunes

Spey Day Pictures Part Deux

Welcome to my new mistress....the two hander. I cant wait for the return of ol' steelface to rock the spey and swing away. I might even put away my nymph stick for a while

Tom Larimer bombing way and teaching us up




OMR making it happen



Oh this summer and fall's going to be fun

Thank you Mr Larimer....

To river we went, armed with tools of the two hand trade. We had the pleasure of picking up pointers from the spey guru Tom Larimer of Hood River and owner Larimer Outfitters in a 4 hour casting clinic.

If you ever have a chance to work with this guy.....JUMP AT THE CHANCE. Wow is all I can say. I walked away today feeling I at least can cast somewhat correct to a steelhead with a two-hander. Now getting them to take, that's something there onto its own



www.larimeroutfitters.com GO THERE

Thanks again Mr Larimer. Now will you tell my wife that a 7134 Z Spey is the right thing to go buy....Ahhhh preciated!
Sean from the Silver Bow, bombing away

Opening Day....it's just another day

Whaaa's that Murph Dog?

Out to Amber Lake today to fish and avoid the crowds elsewhere. April 25th....General Opener. General Opener = General craziness at most lowland lakes around the area.

I have come to the realization that Opening Day for fishing is a meaningless entity to me now. Growing up, I don't think Christmas morning and the jolly ol' elf himself could keep me away from celebrating Opening Day with the trifecta of powerbait, worms and marshmallows.

Dont get me wrong, Opening Day to a kiddo should be dangled out in front of him or her like the carrot it is. Marked on the calendar. Coolers packed the night before. Parents waking kids up before sunrise, so excited that breakfast is not an option. Nailing that first fish, surviving terrible spring weather, and coming home tired but happy as hell.....because Opening Day was here and now we can fish all spring and summer long

But now, its another day on the calendar. Why do I say this? Fishing lunacy has taken full hold of this soul. We fish all year long, through the cold, the sun and everything in between. Now the real opening days in our hearts are the special times of the year . Steelhead Season. Cutty streams coming into shape. Salmonflies. Fishing after work because there's enough light.

So here's to being on the lunatic fringe of fly fishing, because each day is Opening Day in our minds

Gobble No Gobble

A few good shots from last weekend spent chasing Mr Tom. A few gobbles here, a few gobbles there, but this was the only turkey I saw. Meet Helen the Hen


One thing that getting up at 3:45 am does afford you; a special view of a hell of a sunrise