Sometimes I feel like I have a lot to say, sometimes little. I fly fish. It gives me purpose, it gives me balance, it gives me headaches and hangovers. Read it, enjoy it...or don't. From time to time I may have some great tips, techniques, or flies, but that's not really the point. If you're looking for philosophical life perspective through the eyes of a fly fisherman...I'd recommend Ted Leeson, Thomas Mcguaine, Dave Ames, John Gierach, Robert Traver, or any other number of truly gifted writers.
I live and fish in Northern Michigan. (Don't come here to fish, there aren't any...for real, don't come). I have 2 young children, 6 and 4, and a lovely, understanding wife. When I'm not spending time with them, or trying to get away from them, I can be found on the river, at the tying bench, or behind a good book, most of the time related to a fly fisherman's life.
Fishing, fly fishing in particular, seems to be more than a hobby or a passion for some people. It is who they are. It's an addiction that courses through our veins, controls many a waking thought, and occupies many a night's sleep.
If you've stumbled your way to these pages, I would again like to say welcome. My hope is that my words will impact you in some way, make a difference, or bring a smile to your face. My grammar will fail me, I'll swear too much and my words may not be life changing, but hell...neither one of us are fishing right now, so why not?
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