My brother flew down from Seattle for 4 days over the Thanksgiving weekend to fish the Delta with me. Read the rest of this entry

Trey Combs, in his book Steelhead Fly Fishing, mentions a game John Farrar introduced him to. “The rules are simple. If you had money and time in equal abundance, and could pick one different river each month, anywhere in the world, to provide the very best fishing for Salmo and Oncorhynchus in its most glamorous sea-run forms, Atlantic salmon, sea trout, steelhead, and sea-run cutthroat, what would be your twelve choices?

The rivers of Norway, Scotland, Canada, and the United States get the imagination rolling. Including Argentina, with its opposite seasons, puts a nice spin on the game. Given these deceptively simple parameters, I hold that only one river stands singly and unassailably for a given month. This is the river, the month is November, and the fish, of course, is the steelhead. Ragging debates attend nearly every other choice”.

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“Let the abuse begin”, was his declaration as he tossed a Sage gear bag and 2 dozen high-end fly rods into the back of the truck. Read the rest of this entry

“Ok Dave, the sun is set to rise at 6:33am. That means we need to be in the water by 6:00. Read the rest of this entry