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March 2017
 

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Joyce Kilmer

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5 GREAT COLLEGES FOR FLY FISHING

The best places for fly fishing with a little learning as a hobby? Here are Justin Grigg's picks for Montana, Colorado, Michigan, North Carolina, and California.

DISSECTING THE WRITTEN WORDS OF ANGLERS

I can't begin to tell you all of the books or magazine articles I have read on the various aspects of fly fishing over the years and I can't begin to tell you how many times anglers have immediately jumped on the band wagon of a certain piece of fly fishing information.

FIRST TRIES 2017

The first tries of the year are very easy to describe; there was lots of casting practice, but no fish. It was the early part of February and the ice was just off. That means that it was time to put some flies in the water. Several flies were tired, but the fish were not cooperative.

FLY DESIGNING

Mostly, because I was raised in a farming family, I like the seasonal or yearly cycle in my life. There are: preparation periods, busy time, long days, short days, transitional period, slow days, and harsh times (such as Montana winter!). Luckily I'm seasonally involved in agriculture, then I guide through summer (well, my outfitting operation is open year around), and tie and sell flies as a commercial tyer through winter to spring. For me, that's my version of Montana life. 

I DON'T KNOW WHY

With my Polaroid glasses I could clearly see the trout holding at the end of a bed of aquatic weeds. It was not a remarkable trout for that particular stream; a brown trout probably about fourteen inches long. Occasionally it would tip up and appear to take something from the surface and then drop back down into its holding position. Looking up and downstream I did not see any other fish working so I thought I would take a shot at this seemingly easy fish. An hour or so later the trout was still there, still tipping up and eating something but I never did figure out exactly what.

WINTER GREY

The break in the waters natural rhythm caught my eye as I watched my line drift below and begin its swing, pulling along with it my egg-and-nymph tandem. Not certain I was getting deep enough for the heart of the pool; I stripped in line, thumbed the ice from my guides and added another split-shot to the rig.

 


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