Knee deep I stand contorting my neck as I stare into the rosy red light desperately trying to differentiate my fly from the foam bubbles and the late afternoon Caddis hatch that litter the water's surface. No matter how hard I squint, I just can't figure out which fly I should be focused on.

"Maybe if I adjust my position or take these sunglasses off?"

"That didn't work."

"Put those back on, how about another cast?"

I accelerate the fly line to halt in the calm air behind me, and on... [Read More]
Author:: John Scheafer