Fishing Journal Entry: Sept. 1, 2025, Labor Day Sometimes you just want to write things down so you don’t forget them, and that’s the case today: I just need to describe what the day was like and how it ended so that my son and I will have a record should one day memory fail … Continue reading The best three-fish day of fishing ever
Afishionado: The stubborn guy with a fly rod
The fly-fishing angler who won’t fish with nymph imitations is a stubborn fool. He will stand there, 20 feet downstream of a fishy-looking pool, and hope for a rise. He will hope for a trout to nose into the surface and give away both its position and its interest in devouring a fly on the … Continue reading Afishionado: The stubborn guy with a fly rod
Nothin’ wild about fishing for stocked trout
You can see from the photograph with this post that the young man in waders, my son Nick, is fly-fishing for trout in the traditional, usually productive way -- nymphing or stripping a streamer through a fairly deep run along a bank in a freestone river. He's fishing a spot that looks fishy. Such a … Continue reading Nothin’ wild about fishing for stocked trout
Waiting for the rise
Fly fishing requires a lot of patience; some anglers give it up for that reason -- they don't want to be bothered with all the fuss, with all that "match the hatch" business, the precise (and sometimes tedious) matching of artificial flies with the real bugs that trout happen to be feeding on. But, for … Continue reading Waiting for the rise
Code Red: Less fishing in summer the new normal with climate change
I have written about doing less fishing, this long-developing decision influenced by two things — climate change and conscience. My July 17 column bids farewell to Code Red summer fishing. My preference is to fly fish for trout. Trout need cold, clean water to thrive. They become stressed in high temperatures. To help them survive … Continue reading Code Red: Less fishing in summer the new normal with climate change
One fish, a good fish, enough fish.
The last of Thursday’s heavy rain had the river running higher than usual, but not so high that it could not be fished. I had about two hours before the dam gates opened for the white-water kayakers and the river before me became unfishable. I thought a streamer with weight would do the trick. In … Continue reading One fish, a good fish, enough fish.
Dan Rodricks 