Rainbrown.

This past year I’ve noticed something… Of all the things to be aware of, I’ve noticed my attitude change—really. Small, subtle changes that at times have caught me off guard, and other times I’ve embraced as an epiphany or just taken in stride. Growth or regression? Don’t answer that. Let’s face it: the more you fish, the better you get—or should, I hope. Also, it's the thrill of the hunt, as opposed to getting off on beating up a pod of stockers that just got planted. Let’s

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 pain in the ass to navigate my favorite spots—and even a little dangerous. So after talking with a friend who would be with me, we agreed to postpone and keep an eye on the flows. If we could get above all the tributaries, we’d be better off—but that was a big if . I came into the shitty little A-frame we stay at every year a day early. With fl

Funny to look back at the last several years and take note of where I’ve fished. Some places I’ve fished more than others, some have been blown off, while others have come back as mainstays. Just like the rivers I’ve gotten to know and witnessed through their subtle changes, I admit I’ve also watched myself change—or better yet, realized it in past tense. I did have to go up a size in boots this year… or last. I can’t remember exactly when. Was it due to age and feet having a

October—autumn—golden aspen reveal jagged spruce, willow, and cottonwood already showing their change. Dampness hangs in the air. The sun’s warmth seems not so everlasting and much more appreciated as the days are noticeably shorter, which gives me a sense of urgency. Urgency that the green grass at my feet will soon be covered in white. Above 9,000 ft, the peaks already show what’s to come. And with the white comes the dark. An anticipated time of predictions was lofting abo

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

It was this time exactly last year when COVID hit, and was also the last weekend before the state shut down the river.....

Strangely enough, the east pond had predominantly more browns than bows, while the west pond had only bows that I knew of. I’ve worked...

Two ponds in tandem fed by the Florida river only 40 ft away... I was slated to do a laundry list of work for a client who lived about...

It's early autumn and I had the urge to explore new water. The thought of going north was enticing, something like Wyoming or Idaho but...

Although, this January has been a mind-blowing, total head explosion...