A Tale of Turkeys, Titans and Twenty-inch Trout
Most fish outings aren’t filled with a lot of pomp and circumstance – they’re just a prearranged event, often with very little lead-time, initiated by...
Takin’ the newly-overhauled blog for a test drive
I was recently informed by The Outdooress herself, a fellow blogger of all things fly fishing, that there were some things about The Unaccomplished Angler...
Fly fishing and golf: Kindred spirits?
Most of us have heard it said that golf and fly fishing have many similarities. And for whatever reason, many folks who pursue one, also...
New pants and an old friend: The Foam Line
Several years ago when I fished the Yakima River for the first time, she gave up a 15 inch rainbow trout in a manner that...
A Grand Slam, almost. (Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part II)
(One may have gathered from the title that this is the second in a two-part series. In order to fully enjoy Part II, one must...
Spring Break, or rather Spring is Broken
I’d made plans a couple months earlier to get my son, Schpanky (The kid who never listens), out fishing with me during his Spring break....
Wrestling the Narcoleptic Goose, Part I
(Unlike yesterday’s April Fools fishtale, today’s offering is absolutely honest and truthful. Only names have been changed to protect the innocent) Each Memorial Day weekend...
Ode to April
I recently returned from a trip to British Columbia where I spent two weeks fishing the Skeena system. I hit every river on my BC...