Headed about 50 mins. North to hit the Upper Sacramento River with a friend. Sorry for the lackadaisical posting. The new job shift has thrown my fishing clock into the nosebleeds. Ron Advertisements
Looks like a certain angling sychophant turns 419 years old today. I think that merits a sub-standard water and a clappy, one-off birthday call-and-response at Red Robin. Good book, by the way, no matter what Norman McClean’s dad says.
Many years ago, a friend told me a joke about a guy named Chachi–a guy who supposedly knew “anyone you could name.” The requisite bar bet ensues, and Chachi, through a series of celebrity vettings and phone calls, proves time … Continue reading
Quite frankly, I’ve had fits and turns with the idea that the “fly doesn’t matter” in, not so much western fly-fishing, but Tenkara fishing specifically. I’m not exactly an adherent to this, but again, my experience is anecdotal (although, I’ll … Continue reading
Michael hit me up a while back about writing a bit of Tenkara-related material for “Tenkara Tuesdays.” Being that I am completely incompetent in terms of self-promotion, I will assume that if you arrived here on the heels of the … Continue reading