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My wife laughed at me when I told her what time I would be getting up on Saturday morning to go fishing. I wondered about the decision myself, but when the alarm clock beeped, I popped up like a daisy. With a little bit of coffee and a granola bar for the truck ride, I […]
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How’s your fly box looking? I tied you up a whole mess of bugs for you. Head on over to the Arizona Wanderings Shop and pick up a handful. Summer is so close, I can almost taste it.
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A few photos from the rest of the day fly fishing Arizona. The beauty of this state never ceases to amaze me. Enjoy.
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My last small stream outing left much to be desired, so after a long week at work, I met up with my friend Barry to go try our luck at on the Mogollon Rim. We made good time and arrived as the sun was starting creep over the hills. When when we opened the truck […]
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It’s been a while since I picked up a fly rod, as hunting, teaching, and tying flies have been keeping me busy. I headed north with my good friend, Antonio on Saturday to see how the Rim country was looking. After checking some of the local forums, it appeared that everyone was going to be […]
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Rambling Review – Smith Creek Net Holder Why: I have cussed out my net more times than I would like to remember when it was clipped onto my vest and bouncing around on my back. Having the net get hung up in a load of branches is a common occurrence when it dangled from my […]
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Rambling Review – Ex Officio Nio Amphi Pants Why: Living in Arizona and being slightly obsessed with the small streams that flow from the mountains, wet wading is a way of life from early spring until the November cold forces me to break out my waders. Typically, I roll in a pair of cargo […]
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I found myself in Las Vegas for a good buddy’s bachelor party not long ago and amidst the turmoil of the weekend, I planned to get out and do a little fishing. My research had started a few months earlier and with the insight from some friends I found myself bouncing over a teeth-chattering, washboard […]