I still remember watching my dad up to his waist in a rushing Colorado stream casting flies for trout. I was too young for that kind of fishing (although at the age of six I had caught a trout off the bridge in front of our home, using a spinning reel and a worm). It fascinated me to watch the glistening line whipping repeatedly back and forth over his head as Read more...

I still remember watching my dad up to his waist in a rushing Colorado stream casting flies for trout. I was too young for that kind of fishing (although at the age of six I had caught a trout off the bridge in front of our home, using a spinning reel and a worm). It fascinated me to watch the glistening line whipping repeatedly back and forth over his head as he Read more...