Henry David Thoreau
I’m a fly fishing addict. I admit it. There are few things I would rather do then wade cold, clean streams, moving my fly rod in it’s four count dance that sends out a bit of thread and feather tied to a hook. On the hunt for an elusive creature, the trout, that challenges me physically, emotionally and mentally, I can put aside civilized life to truly “live” for a few hours.
So it is only fitting that I created this page of my blog to share photos and stories of my adventures on the water.
Kettle Creek, May 2007