One of Mrs. T.’s uncles hunts. On Thanksgiving, he gifted me with some birds that he had shot. He knows I’m a fly angler and fly tier. I never skinned a bird until today. But, it is amazing what you can find on the Internet. So, after storing the birds for a few weeks in
Category: Fly fishing
The Spiritual Steelhead Journey
Steelhead fly fishing is everything they say: It’s freezing, mentally and physically challenging, and full of long stretches of boredom. Rarely, there is a moment of chaos when a fish is on. Steelhead are two- to three-feet long and are absolute brutes. Words cannot explain how tough it is to land one, particularly without a
The Stream Dream
For my birthday weekend, I fished yesterday with some fly-fishing buddies, and we had some great luck. I’m fortunate to be part of a tight circle of anglers, comprised of people obsessed with chasing trout. We often compare notes, share secret fly recipes, and fish together. They’re great guys, too. As The Grant Study showed,
Resilience and Fish
I was so glad to read that Ben Watson is rejoining the Patriots. He’s a favorite player for me, both because of his thoughtfulness (example here) and his resilience. Here is a video of a “never give up” play that he made, which I’ll never forget. Also, thanks to Mrs. T. for letting me go
Father-Daughter Fishing 2019
“Dad, can we go fishing?” Well, of course we can! When one of your college-aged children, whom you now rarely see, asks that, you make it happen. So, off we went for a Labor Day weekend trip to northern New Hampshire, to the same spot where I’ve taught fly fishing to Mrs. T. and all
Mrs. T. Goes Fly Fishing
We are empty nesters for a few weeks and for the first time ever. “Let’s go fly fishing,” Mrs. T. said. “I’d love to learn.” “Really?” So, many moons ago, we booked a long weekend up at northern New Hampshire, at the spot where I taught each of our children to fish. A rite of