It all starts with a 12 foot culm of bamboo (Continued)
This is the continuation of the "It all starts with a 12 foot culm of bamboo" by Joel Anderson.
MAINE - Life in the Slow Lane
This is the continuation of the "It all starts with a 12 foot culm of bamboo" by Joel Anderson.
By Joel Anderson
As I mentioned in a previous post, one of my favorite aspects of fly fishing is discovering a new fish catching trick to add to my bag. In some cases, this may equate to rediscovering an old technique that I haven't used in awhile.
By Joel Anderson
Did you ever have what seemed like a good fishing plan go severely wrong? It happened to me late last spring. It all started with a bright idea to leave early from work one Friday and drive 2.5 hours to my favorite river. "I still be there by 3 PM and get in 6 hours of fishing before dark" I reasoned with myself.
By Joel Anderson
Twenty five years ago, when I first started fly fishing, dead drift nymph fishing was considered a black art practiced by only a few of us among the enlightened. A good nymph fisherman in those days could literally clean out a stream if he was so inclined.
By Joel Anderson
Ninety degrees, humid, bright sun, and a need to cast a fly. Where to go? Water is running too high in the Big Andro to wade for smallmouth. Besides, what you really want to do is cast dries on light bamboo rods for small stream trout. The White Mountains and well shaded mountain streams, ah, that's the ticket. Besides, an hour and a half in the car air conditioning will actually be nice. You pack a frozen water bottle, fruit, a dozen size 12 Letort Hoppers, some 5x tippet, and a few of your favorite small stream bamboo rods, and you're off.
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