Where Did the Big Browns Go?
Every summer on my favorite Pennsylvania limestone rivers, the smaller trout run the show. They seem to dominate the…
WHERE FLY ANGLERS CONTINUE LEARNING WHEN NOT ON THE WATER
Every summer on my favorite Pennsylvania limestone rivers, the smaller trout run the show. They seem to dominate the…
A personal story about stepping away from nymphing and what dry fly fishing taught me about patience, observation, and becoming a better angler.
After months of drought and watching the gauges bottom out, I finally returned to one of my home rivers. This commentary explores how I prepared for two days of fishing in extreme low water, the tactical changes I made, and the quiet surprises the river still offered.
The rivers are still at historic lows, but I have waited long enough. This trip will require a different mindset and a lighter touch, and I am preparing for two days that will stretch me as an angler. I am adjusting my setup, reshaping my expectations, and heading out anyway. I will let you know how it goes once I return to the water.
When rivers go dry, anglers learn patience in its purest form. This essay reflects on a season of extremes in Pennsylvania with floods, drought, and the quiet hope that nature will balance itself again. Fly fishing teaches timing, but droughts teach humility. The river will return, and so will we.
The air was sharp and cold. It carried that unmistakable edge of winter’s approach as I waded into one…
There’s a big river up north from me that sets the standard.
The dog days of summer often force me to turn my attention to native brook trout. What they lack…