It has been a month since I was last on the small streams and it has been too long. Saturday morning dawned cool and clear as my buddy, Jason, and I turned into the pullout. We decided he would drop my off on the lower part to let me fish up while he went up…
I had a couple of hours free on Saturday morning, and even though I did not have the alarm set, my eyes opened out of habit at 5:00 am. After filling a thermos with coffee and grabbing my 6 weight, I hopped in the truck and drove over to some of my favorite ponds. I…
I had the opportunity to pick up the fly rod over the Labor Day weekend and chase some fish at a few of the urban ponds around Phoenix. I learned my lesson last year, and decided that on Memorial and Labor Day weekends I should avoid the high country. The roads up there become parking…
Leaving every shred of evidence out of the story, I will attempt to give a play by play of my Saturday. I was fishing a small stream picking up the usual 4-12 inch fish enjoying the peace that only a lonely overcast day on a small stream can truly bring. After a dozen fish attacked…
A bittersweet day in the field found me scoping out my hunting stand for the upcoming turkey/deer archery season. The day was bittersweet because I know that with archery season comes the new school year. So while this week I am setting up a ground blind thinking about water and food sources for my quarry,…
I woke to the beauty of the Arizona sun, rising across the canyon and beaming light into every corner of the forest. Breakfast rivaled dinner from the night, and the eggs, hash browns, homemade breads and coffee provided us with plenty of energy to break down camp and get things under way. The morning started…
It was pushing 100º by 7:00 am and I was cursing myself for wearing a black shirt (which is what happens when you get dressed in the dark). The fishing was unbelievably slow and for an hour and a half I had fished without any success. Carp were feeding out the film but all I had…