Thanks to the family for letting me do a getaway weekend. Each year, Mrs. T. goes away for a few weekends. I do the same, and my plan is always the same: I fish. It is doable since all of the children are now adolescents or young adults. My trips are hyper-focused. Monastic. I stay
A few weeks ago, while I was walking to a river, I crossed paths with an older man. His face beamed. “Hi!” he practically shouted. I was a little taken aback and managed to say hello. He started to ask me questions about fly fishing. He shared that he was a truck driver and that
I on Saturday fished a remote area where there’s no cell phone coverage. A day for hard work. Water was high and cold. At a long river, I saw only one other angler the whole day. All the sane people were at home. But, saw some rainbows. More photos below.
Pure joy. 16.5″.
Last light today in the canyon. #nofilter A photo posted by Lance Egan (@lanceeganflyfishing) on Jan 21, 2017 at 7:38pm PST On Instagram, I follow some elite fly fishing anglers. Some are on the national team. Yesterday, one of them posted the picture above. Stunning. The photo reminds me how I feel at the end
Was up before dawn and was all done by noon. The river was quiet. Snow became sleet and became freezing rain. There are few people out on the water in the winter, particularly when there’s precipitation. I love it. It’s a favorite time for me to be out there. Snow all around, treacherous ice on