Rainbrown.

The metal cleats dig into the asphalt. Metallic grinding—a kind of bright sound—changes tone when I challenge it by stepping on the...

On Father’s Day, my family decided to visit a privately owned wildlife park east of town. With the promise of wolves, bears, and mountain...

This past year I’ve noticed something…Of all things to be aware of, I’ve noticed my attitude change, really. Small, subtle shifts that at...

June was weird. Lots of rain and cool temps threw off the river. Flows were still very high, and from experience I knew it would be a...

Funny to look back at the last several years and take note of where I’ve fished. Some rivers I’ve fished more than others. Some I’ve...

October, autumn, golden aspens reveal jagged spruce, willow, and cottonwood already showing their change. Dampness hangs in the air, the...

March means the sanctioned trip to the Juan. A shake-down, really—full of nagging questions: Do I still know how to fish? Do I still...

It’s only in reflection that I realize the significance of fishing alone. It never really dawned on me until I was texting a friend a...

This past summer, my wife and I met my folks in Truckee, California. They hadn’t seen my two-year-old son in a while, and the timing...

I was back at the Tipi property again in the late summer. Late summer in southern Colorado is wonderful, I must say. For one, its about...

I was south of town and on private water. Summer was winding down and the lighting had already shifted. The cottonwoods were starting to...

So why is it that fishing trips go by so fast? First off let me be clear here... I’m not a lolly gagger, a side-tracker and/or the last...

A crazy low lying fog covered the exposed cobble and bank. The river was still slate blue and up above the post, storm clouds were moving...

There is a certain thrill to new water even if it’s the same water but on a different stretch or even one that is semi-private. That’s...

It was a rainy afternoon on my favorite river in mid September. The day started as a typical blue bird day, but after spending much time...

I was 11 yrs old and living on an Air Force base in Montgomery, Alabama. The golf courses there had many ponds stocked with bass and...

I don’t know when or where I noticed it first but now that I’m aware of it, it’s everywhere. It’s not constant but it is consistent while...

I was on the north end of the small lake with a group of friends. We were all spread out and in our own worlds, which would hopefully...

Living near a variety of different water is nice, although, most of it can’t easily be checked by the simple drive by. To get there has...

Since the birth of my son, my life has changed. It’s taken me a year and then some to adjust. My waders now have plenty of time to dry...