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Almost here

This gig has changed me in a lot of ways. Many of them for the better. One of the things it has helped me find about myself is this high energy I have. I don’t like to sit still and most things bore me. It is both a blessing and a curse.

I chased adrenaline before guiding fishing but found it still wasn’t enough. The mountain top is only so much of a trophy. Most things weren’t fast enough. Being younger I wanted things quicker. Skiing helped but is only a few months of the year and requires just as much if not more logisitics and gear to do right.

Fly fishing and guiding it gives me all the things I need to satiate the adrenaline junkie in me. Gives an outlet for the energy. It has all these pieces and parts that work together. It keeps the brain constantly stimulated. Guiding has the added physical challenge of rowing a boat and working the brain for two anglers. I find its one of the only things that will actually tire me out. Both physically and mentally.

Its also one of the only things that gets me out of bed some days. After all these years and all the days it still calls to me, has that effect on me. Of all the things I have tried and done, fly fishing is the only one that has stuck. It makes sense to me. I feel the river, the life, the rythym. It didn’t come naturally. I developed it, constantly fine tuning it. It took time and work. While some around me thought it was a waste of time, or that I was just fishing…its never just fishing. Some may never really understand.

All that time and work ‘fishing’ has paid off though. I am busier than I ever have been business wise. There is constant growth on that side. To a point where its surprising and almost overwhelming…a place I haven’t been with the business for a few years.

On the fishing side of things. The challenge is still there. But I find my personal angling skills have improved the past two seasons. I land more fish. I play them better, and I have been privileged to have landed some of the bigger fish I get into. I also find success in really challenging situations, tight drift lines, crazy presentations, picky fish.

Guiding its always changing and challenging. I miss that part of the work and am looking forward to what the season brings. Adding new things, new methods, and getting onto other bodies of water with clients is in the mix this season for clients. That and chasin trout like we do here on the Yak. Its only 2 weeks out from my start of the ‘guide season’. Having that outlet for my energy can’t come quick enough.

Fishing 3-6 days a week. Tying for the upcoming hatches, rowing the boat and getting the body back into it. Feeling the river, getting back into that rythym. Giving the mind and body something to do and work on. The boredom goes back to minimal levels. The days blur into fish, and people, and the river.

See ya riverside anglers


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A dude and his boat

I love my boat. I have owned a lotnof outdoor gear and some really neat things and stuff….but my old boat is by far my favorite and best purchase I ever made.

I live really simple. The past 2 seasons I have downsized more. I moved into a 180 square foot tiny house this winter…that I have spent more time out of than in. I live out of my guide rig and boat more than a house.

I leave things in my boat so I know where they are. By May if it isn’t in there we probably don’t need it. My boat has character, roughed up around the edges, dents and scrapes, things coming apart, old and new things mixed and matched. She is a seasoned boat. 10 years and the past 5 really heavy. We have gone through 4 trailer axles, wrecked in rapids a few times, wrecked on the trailer last summer, ran hundreds of people and thousands of river and road miles together.

You fish and spend as much time outside and in a boat as much as I do and you become attached. I talk to my boat. Have full on conversations with her. I have clients that miss my boat almost as much as I do. A boat can have that effect. Its a tool yes, a thing, a giant hunk of boat shaped plastic…but it offers something no other thing has ever given me….freedom.

A boat gives me freedom…which sounds cliche but its true. It gave me the ability to explore natural and beautiful places…while discovering more about myself. It has given me a means to get healthy. It feeds me, cloths me, and my kids, pays the bills, and makes my business possible. I would not be the angler or the guide I am without my boat. I will forever be grateful for the help I got when I purchased the boat.

It opened up and entire world to me and gave me a means to chase a passion and make a living at it. It has lead me to a lifestyle that many are envious of and few actually live in this day and age of social media influencers and like chasers.

The guidelife isn’t all fun and fish. Its fucken work. Being at the mercy of the river can be tough at times. Trips have to come in, which means work has to be done to get them. Working for myself, I only work as much as I put into it. Ya I have figured a lot out but it is still constant. Those days off I hashtag are still work days when you run your own gig. Every day on the river is a day where I am making money. Thats how you have to look at it when its your only gig. That can ruin it for some…I have found a nice balance and there are rarely days where it feels like work. Its my career…so your perspective has to be in the right place to keep this kind of thing going.

That boat helps. She talks back, she looks at me longing for the river. She entices me out of bed in the morning to go to work. She reminds me of the freedom I feel when I am at the sticks. I love rowing….the feel of the river under the boat, using the current to move and position the boat. Its about finding that sweet groovy jam where the river, boat, and I are all in sync….in that river rythym. Everytime I look at my boat I feel that rythym and it pulls me in.

A boat is a very precious thing to some. Its the one thing that I probably couldn’t live without. It changed my life. Some might say ruined it depending on their perspective. I feel that the boat has guided me on the path I am supposed to be on. It hasn’t let me down yet. So if you meet someone who is weird about their boat just knoe its normal. We all get a little weird about out boats…well…I do at least.


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Tis the MF Season!

The season is almost here. My focus has shifted and I am so stoked to be back at what I feel good doing. It feels like this offseason dragged on. I tried to fill it with steelhead and getting out of my comfort zone. Both fishing and personally. But that is over now. And I have shit to do.

I have a goal of being on water 260 days this year. I am well above where I was at last year with all the steelheading and winter fishing. The spring guide season is already scheduled to be twice as busy as last year, and we have decent snow pack for the summer.

I am adding more bass trips and lake fishing. Exploring more guide options in other states, and of course running trips on the Yakima. Still my favorite river.

The spring is fast approaching. It won’t be long and BWOs and Skwallas will start to percolate. Water temps will rise, and fish will move out of hibernation for the year. It’s coming.

We had a high water event and that has changed a lot of the riverbed and has moved lots of trees and debris in the water. We still haven’t found all the new sweepers and hazardous stuff so be careful and share what you find. The mainstem below state access outside of Cle Elum is open but tricky and would be really bad to wreck in. I suspect it won’t be clear this summer as we will get another high water event or three that will probably block it. So be careful.

I have been looking forward to getting back to guiding. Its been a weird, long, strange, offseason… I have been patiently waiting to get back into my element and that river rythym. All the energy that has had little outlet all winter has been anxiously waiting to let loose. And that taste of steel on the OP did not help matters.

The Yakima is also in a really awesome spot right now. Our fish population has rebounded from the 2015 drought and a lot of those juvenile fish that survived that crap storm are now big hearty, healthy adults. Some of them are really big anglers. Like really big. We got a taste of them last summer and autumn. They only grew over the winter.

This season we are incorporating more streamer fishing and more softhackle stuff. I feel like I have locked down dry fly fishing the past few seasons and its time to start changing things up and learning and trying new shit. Besides its fun and we can always throw dries.

We have really smart fish, meaning they are pretty susceptible to pressure. So changing how you approach them is the name of the game. It also gives my clients that have been going with me the past 5 years something different out here on our only blue ribbon trout river.

So there ya go. I invite you to book a trip this season and see what its all about. And if you’re a returning client…super stoked…you know the drill. Its gonna be sweet and I can’t freaking wait. I have a weekend left open in March and weekdays still available for the spring skwalla special. And I am taking reservations for the rest of the season. It fills up faster every season.

See ya riverside anglers.

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Return to the OP

The Olympic Peninsula. I am here again. Its been since December, when I was a week too early for the Bogey hatchery run. After wild and native ones this time. And anglers are catching them…but the pressure isn’t very high for me.I have more of a been here done that kind of attitude towards actually getting a fish. So I am more enjoying the atmosphere, the challenge of swinging and the spey cast, and that feeling of…it might happen.

This place is beautiful. Wet….but beautiful. I spent several hours on the Hoh yesterday solo and got lost in the big teal water and gnarly moss covered trees. The rivers here make me feel small. You feel sunk in here…like something heavy is about to fall on you. Could be the dampness, or constant gloom, or the sheer thickness of the rainforest…probably a combination of them all. But this place makes me feel different than the Yakima.I spent a few hours on the Sol Duc today. I have never fished the Sol Duc only the other 2. Even when I came out in my 20s I always passed up on the Sol Duc because its spicy to row and not easy to wade. Its a gorgeous river. And I will be on it in the AM and again Monday before I leave. Just to fish it and be knee deep in its waters. The heavy rolling current crashing against boulders, drowning out the world except the river.

The water is gin clear, a hint of blue gray. The trees are exceptionally dense and overhang the bank catching flies before they can land on the yonder side of the river. It feels like a steelhead river. A small compact one. Fishing it today was one of my favorite riverside days I have ever had.With everything going on off river, and things starting to pick up on river, I have come to the conclusion that the river will provide. It has so far, letting the river guide me for a change. Listening to it. Taking the opportunities it presents me with and putting ‘faith’ in its path and course.Sounds kind of silly but the river has given me a lot and continues to enrich and reward my life. Being here on the OP in this dense rainforest, where everything seems to fade away with the morning mist, gives time to clear the head. Every swing and every step into the run, the mind ponders and wanders until it finds clarity. And all that is left is the next swing…the next step…and the possibility at an opportunity to meet a truly wild and amazing beast lurking in the depths of these rainforest rivers.

See ya riverside anglers.


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Skwalla Special

Skwalla Special Weekend Dates are filling up.

$380 for 2 anglers. Includes lunch and 5-6 hrs of fishing.

Available weekend days open.
March 8th and 22nd amd 29th
April 5th and 19th.

I still have weekdays amd Fridays available. After April 19th we are back to regular full day prices.

Get in on some Spring Fishing with the Skwalla Special!

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The Spring

I have been fishing for a while. Seen some springs here on the river. The spring ushers in the new year for most of us outdoorsy folk but especially the river peeps.

The new year is celebrated by most in January but for me its when the winter seems to finally break. Which is about now…early to mid February. The days start to get longer, the intensity of the sun starts to return, you can feel everything waking up around you if you let it.

I come out of hibernation. Faster this season compared to others. The spring fishing isn’t my favorite by all means but its like everything else in the spring…a slow rolling start to the season. I have learned to enjoy it for what it is. Warm up.

Spring fishing is a lot of nymphing. Now many know I think nymphing sucks. Ya I said it. As a former gear guy, nymphing is just to similiar to gear for me to fully enjoy personally anymore. Also nymphing negates a lot of the craft of fly casting and fly presentation. That being said…it rails troots people. Just rails them. I spent a handful of years nymphing like crazy…it works and makes putting numbers in the net a little easier.

These days in the spring we nymph 20-40% of the day. It works, and I like to use it during specfic sections and times of the day. The early AM as the fish move into feeding lanes. The 40 minutes prior to hatches, and in those key deep water runs in the cold water temps where fish are still stacked.

We have stonefly migrations, mayfly and caddis moving around, there is no shortage of crunchy munchies down there for trout to snack on subsurface. So yes I chuck an indicator rig. There is something to be said about a 2 foot indicator drop and a spicy AF troot on the receiving end of a size 6 pats stone. Eat it trout.

This season I am incorporating more soft hackle fishing. Getting specific rigs and lines for fishing it with clients. New things to do! But streamer fishing has become a huge part of my spring days. Teaching anglers to chuck and swing big rigs with sink tips has been a challenge. The past 2 seasons I have played around with my technique and tested it enough to know it works. Now its just improving and fine tuning. Part of guiding is working through that process with lots of different anglers. The past seasons I had lots of oportunity. We spend more time swinging over nymphing these days. It doesn’t produce as many fish…but the encounters are something to behold, and when we do land a meat eater…its always an amazing trout. And yes….always big…some really big…hence the 6 weight.

Finally there is the dry fly fishing. As we get into April we do it the majority of the day. But the spring can be finicky with dries. The fish take 10-15 minutes to respond to a hatch…and sometimes thats all it is in the spring. We rarely get good skwalla days…I will be honest. Every few seasons it gets silly. But not usually. Its a small bug game. Like this past autumn.

BWOs are the bug. 2 pm everyday once we start to see 50 degree air temp days and the water is up around 42 plus. The soft water, eddies, ends of seams, tailouts of riffles….mmmm slurpers. On the Yakima…after 15 years….these are the hardest fish to catch. If you’ve gone with me before…you know what dry fly fishing can be like on this river…fucken amazeballs…but it takes work. You have to put the time in and present the fly well every time, multiple times…hasn’t changed…probably never will.

Dry fly fishing can be tough here. But the spring will give you some of the biggest and baddest eats on a dry. The fish are bigger in the Spring. They are pre spawn and they get really fat. The water is also cold and these fish love that shit. Still to this day…our largest and most beautiful trout come to the net in the spring. Quality over quantity. The trout are all colored up for the spawn, and a lot of them move up towards the headwaters. Mmmmm.

The spring also affords anglers the highest chance at a large trophy westslope cutthroat trout. They congregate in the upper before spreading out for the summer. The opportunity to meet a large male cutthroat is what I am all about. They are the rarest fish in this river. Few and far between. When you find a 17 plus inch buck cutty its a special thing and a true gem and trophy of the Yakima River.

So the spring is almost here. The river is on a hard drop, should be floating it tomorrow and the next day before heading west for another shot at steel.

I invite you out to the Yakima this spring. Book a trip, or explore it on your own and hit me up for info. I have a Spring Clinic up on March 14th that is open as well. We have decent snow pack, the spring weather forecast looks good, and shit is about to get started! The stoke is high. Get after it anglers.

See ya riverside anglers.


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Get Ur Gear

So I don’t talk a lot about what gear I use or recommend. Because it really doesn’t matter in the end. I don’t use the fancy shit. Never really have. Sure I have a Winston or two and two Scott Fly Rods, have some Sages too, they mostly stay in the cases. In the past 3 seasons I haven’t cast one of my high end rods. They just don’t get used because my guide gear is always rigged up and ready to go.

So lets discuss the important things and where your money should go in terms of gear.

Fly Line. The shit just keeps getting more expensive. Try not to waste funds on the newest fanciest lines. If you are trout fishing a standard double taper will get you through just about everything. A good weight forward fly line if you have a faster rod or nymph a lot with the same set up. Since most anglers have 1 rod and reel. If you mostly dry fly fish try a double taper, if you do a lot of switching between nymph, streamer, and dry go with a weighted forward line to match your rod. Bottom line though….cast the line on your rod before you buy. Shops have demo lines, go throw one on your stick and try it out. Fly shops that don’t do that don’t deserve your business.

Rods are easy. Cast one, buy the one you like and that feels good. Even if your cast isn’t great…its about feel…not price. The average client or angler cannot tell the difference between a $150 rod and an $800 one, and half the time a different line will change things way more than a different rod.

I don’t care what rod you have….I just care if you can cast it. If you can’t, finding something that feels good first, makes teaching how to cast much easier. I cannot tell you how many people bring out rods nicer than I have ever owned…but can’t cast them. Its a tool…just like a hammer. The $60 hammer puts nails down just like the $15 one. Trout don’t care either way.

Sure the fancier rods will make things easier but they make a minuscule amount of difference in all reality. Fly fishing isn’t just for the wealthy.

Waders and boots. Literally anything that doesn’t leak and doesn’t slip. No one needs $500 waders. I don’t even buy them. They break down and end up leaking just like any waders and boots. I have used high end and low end…they last about 2 seasons the way I use them. Boots should be felt. Everything else is crap. Just get felt.

High end looks good…and I can tell you the few times I have been professionally photographed…I always end up having gear brought for me to wear. Which is why I don’t get my photo taken too much anymore for that. Its not real and not what I use. I am not here to sell gear, just take people fishing.

Nets. You should always have a net. I get irate when anglers leave for the river without one. Use a net anglers. Period. Use a fucken net. Get a rubber basket net. Other than that who cares as long as you use a net. The fish will appreciate it and I won’t yell at you riverside. I am partial to wood nets…they look good in photos and I dig the classic aesthetic. But a cheap $12 net from the hardware store with a black rubber basket and metal frame works just fine.

A good wading jacket, but again doesn’t have to be $400 bucks. Look outside the fishing industry for a waterproof windproof jacket as well. Plenty of outdoor companies that make awesome shells and jackets. Get one you like. I like colors and the fly fishing industry is really bland on its male color schemes.

Everything else is personal preference. Good tippet and leader but lots of options out there. Biggest thing with tippet…make sure its new. If its old get a new spool. I go through a few hundred yards of 4x alone. I hand tie a lot of leaders with standard mono because a lot of the tapered leaders are built for WF fast action fly line. So they don’t always turn over for the slower rods. But none are really better. All that shit is made in the same 3 factories overseas.

It doesn’t have to be complicated. I am a minamalist and am frugal with gear. If it gets the job done thats all I require. I carry 3 small fly boxes loaded for the time of season. I have a small boat bag. Less is more anglers. Like hairspray and cologne.

This industry has a lot of stuff and things to sell you that tote more fish to the net or looking good doing it. Fish don’t care and neither do I. I have found that it all comes back to the angler. I am reminded of a time when my mentor showed me this.

The new Winston BIIMX Fly Rods had just come out. This was 09 or 10 I think. We were all giddy in the shop playing with the new rod casting in the parking lot. My mentor came out and grabbed the rod. He spooled off the entire fly line to the backing. He proceeded to false cast 3 times getting the entire fly line in the air looping by the 2nd cast. He delivered all 140 feet of the fly line and some backing with the final stroke. We were all amazed. He walked back into the shop and returned with a mop handle and fly line tied to top of it. He false cast the mop handle and fly line and with three casts laid out the fly line. Now not 140 feet with a mop handle but an accurate loop and presentation. Our mouths dropped. He rolled up the fly line and said something to the effect of: ‘Its the angler not the rod’. I will never forget that. Made me realize that its all about the cast not the tools.

I remember that moment making me want to focus on becoming a good caster. I spent the next year studying and the following year went through casting instruction. These days I know I am an excellent fly caster. It took time and still requires constant fine tuning. But no one rod or piece of gear ever made more fish come to the net. Its about skill which is developed through experience and practice. I earned that little bit of confidence I have and am always challenging myself with my cast.

So there ya go. Some thoughts on gear from a trout bummy guide. It just has to work for you. The trout don’t care what brand of waders you have on, what stick you are slinging, how much money is in your wallet, the car you drive, whats under the waders, what skin color, none of that matters. Just sling that fly and enjoy. The gear is secondary.

Still to this day, after 15 years of fishing and 5 guiding, I have landed more fish on a $90 St. Criox fly rod from Cabela’s, a $30 Okuma reel from the local Bi-Mart, and cheap $40 double taper fly line. Still have the rod and reel somewhere.

The season is 2-3 weeks out. Time to get your gear in order anglers. Book a trip, hit me up for spots to fish on your own, throw me your gear questions. Its starting anglers. Dust off the sticks….let’s chase some troot.

See ya riverside anglers.


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Coffee and Flies

Fly tying. It seems its all I am doing lately. A half dozen in the morning. Yoga. Shower, coffee, another half dozen. By lunch its a 2 dozen. By 4pm its 4-5 dozen.

I drink a lot of coffee. Days like today its probably a little much. It doesn’t help with the anxiousness of wanting to fish. But something about a good strong cup of coffee or 3 just seems to do it for me.

I am at the point where I have to make myself tie. After a few thousand flies this offseason I start to get sick of tying. I just want to fish. Which sounds like whining…because it is. But when you spend all that time on the river you miss it.

I miss a lot of things lately. Having the comfort of the river is something I crave. My mind has been all over the place and the river gives it direction and focus. Keeps the noise of everything else away. Tying flies leaves the mind open for contemplation. Most of the patterns are second nature and I find myself 3 or 4 flies into a set before realizing I have tied that many. Getting lost at the vise, but not in thoughts of troot.

I need the river to calm my brain. I have this constant, almost buzzing sensation throughout my head and body. Its maddening and a side effect of cabin fever. I have been sitting still for to long. I hate sitting still. Things move too fast or too slow. Everything.

I miss that river pace to the day. The rambling of the current as it pulls me down river. The feel of the river against my arms and back with each oar stroke. The sound of the water under the boat, feeling the boat and I move and glide over the current. It is where I feel at home. In my comfort zone, a place that seems foriegn as of late.

I am ready for the offseason to be over. Like really fucken ready. This offseason has been a lot of coffee and flies. A lot of new, weird, and uncomfortable situations. Met some new people, connected with some, severed connections with others. Did a lot of self reflection and exploration…but I am exhausted with it all.

I just want to get back on the river. I want to get lost in the water and trout. Trying to lose myself in other things, people, or places has not been what I expected or really wanted. A place holder it seems. While the winter ends and the spring ushers in a new season, I just keep drinking coffee and tying flies…waiting for the river to invite me back out.

See ya riverside anglers…eventually.


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Rage and Settle

The river is raging. A torrent, chaotic, current, tearing at the very earth that is trying to hold it. It cares for nothing, just rages. Trees, wildlife, people, and places are at the river’s mercy. It reminds us all of its presence, the power it truly wields. While it can bring life it can also wash it away. A cleanse. The river rages to cleanse that which it holds dominion over.

These events are becoming more frequent. Maybe we should listen.

I have a lot of respect for the Yakima River. It feeds an immense valley. It creates a bountiful economy that stretches beyond just farms and fish. It is beautiful, unique, and filled with intricate and intimate secrets for those who explore and listen.

The Yakima has a special place in my heart. It has been there for me through my adult life. I have sought out its waters to cleanse my mind and body, to find joy and hapiness, to work through loss and hardship, to reflect on life’s big moments both positive and negative. I have shared countless hours and days with the Yakima and people who feel similarly about it and other rivers.

The Yakima has tried to kill me on occasion. It has brought me into a world I never knew existed. It still excites me, stimulates me, and makes my heart flutter when I see it. When I see the river during the runoff and major flow events I am reminded of what slumbers behind the dams, the people, the fields, the drift boats. A wild river. I think the Yakima feels that sense of freedom, if it could feel something, when it rages high. It is reminded of its true self. It remembers its power and purpose.

It makes me strangely happy when the river blows out. To me its like the Yakima is waking up. Saying hello with a rage I guess. But like a bear that hibernates sleeping softly, or a trout after the long cold winter water, they wake…ravenous and primal.

I find I feel similar after the offseason. The winter’s are never easy when you spend most days outside riverside from spring through autumn. I yearn for the river. I pace alongside my boat telling myself I am calming my boat…but its really just me talking myself through cabin fever.

My patience is thin as I come out of the offseason, especially this one, and I just want to get back on the river. Like the nicotine I am trying to kick, I feel the need to be riverside. The river causes that kind of gnawing or anxious feeling constantly now.

While the river rages, I have to simmer. Get ready. Like waiting for a lover to return after a long time away. The wait makes it more intense and I am all about more intense. On and off river. Life is short, just like there are only so many days in the season. How do you want to spend them? The river asks me that question a lot. Sharing intense, amazing, adventurous, joyous, moments and experiences with rivers, people, and by myself is the answer I give. Finding and navigating a way to have a lifestyle with that at its base seems like a good way to go through life these days.

The Yakima, and rivers bring me true happiness. Something we are all trying to find and share with others. I have found a portion of that happiness through the water and want to go through life sharing that with others. I see what the river brings so many people. Take away the instagram, the facebook, the blogs, the hooting and hollering, take the boat, fly rods, flies, take all the stuff and the things away…when you whittle it all down to just you…the river…the people with you…and the secrets that lie in the waters before you…you get a glimpse of that thing we are all looking for. That connection. That’s why I guide. That right there. That connection…its like a glue. Puts all the pieces together.

While the river rages that is where I settle. On that specific reason about why I guide. Its not about the most days, the biggest fish, the most in the net, the money, being the best…its about that connection. After 5 years of guiding and all the clients and days, that is what people are really paying for. Whether they truly know it or not.

The river will crest and settle back into a rythym that invites me to join in the dance. The rage will subside. That long awaited embrace. That connection returns and the river life starts again.

See ya riverside anglers.


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Slow Mornings

My body is waking me up at 6:30 and 7 am to my detriment. Bed at 9 pm or 2a. Doesn’t seem to matter. The mornings are slow to wake and warm. Moving down into the valley of the Yak I feel the early season starting to creep on a little quicker.

This usually happens to me this time of year. I dream and daydream of water. I wake up with the sound of the river still lingering in my ears. I drink coffee and look longingly at my boat. She’s just as anxious. I brought her back to the homewater over a week ago now and she still hasn’t been out on the Yak. She’s not happy about it.

Its early. And I am especially anxious to get started this season. Last year was a busy year. It set the bar higher for this season and only makes the excitement that much more. I miss the work. I miss the routine, the challenge.

I miss listening to the river. I am little lost without that song the Yak sings each day. The spring has a slow almost percussive start to the day. Like a slow rolling warm up to the big crescendo around 2 pm when the mayflies start. As things warm up the tune of the river changes. As we move into the warmer days that river song speeds up and builds. By caddis those evenings turn into groovy jam sessions in the evening lasting into the twilight.

By summer the days are filled with big explosive moments in the song…like a horn line in a wicked groovy funk tune blowing it up. The days become medleys of stoneflies, terrestrials, streamers, caddis, and dainty little mayflies as trout add to the music of the river.

It can be overwhelming to those who aren’t used to listening. For me…I am addicted to it. I want to be a voice in the song. Join in the chorus and bring clients and anglers along for the show. Its like tour season for a musician. The time is almost here and those pre show jitters are rampant. I feel and see that anxiousness in other anglers, guides, and fellow outdoorsy folks. Spend a little time in one of the fly shops anywhere in the state and you will get a sense of what everyone who chases fish with fly and rod is feeling.

The band is warming up anglers. The set list is ready, the crowd is ready…just waiting for those troots to get ready for the show.

The snowpack just hit 87% and we should break 90% over the weekend. The spring fishing in the LC looks to be about 3 weeks out from starting with those mayfly and midgey medleys. The river will simmer and swell with the warm and cold days. The river will start to sing louder. And soon enough I will be out there adding to the chorus. Its close anglers…are you ready for it?

See ya riverside anglers.