I'm down to less than a week before I need to be in Dallas for a family get-together. The forecast for the next three days is partly cloudy with mild southeasterly winds. I'm going to hit the jetty this afternoon for the last time and Thursday/Friday with my last shots at finding tailing fish on … Continue reading Last Shot at Redfish Bay
The first time I set off in my new-to-me Funmover Motorhome, I had no experience with the world of Recreational Vehicles. Apart from the prior two months I had spent fixing all of the problems that I'd found with my new home, that is. (water damage, wiring problems, broken bits and bobs.) It wasn't a … Continue reading The Joys of RV Life, Norcold Edition
I didn't plan on coming to Texas at all. A year ago I was wrapping up a stretch of work and planned on spending Summer in Montana... it was glorious for the most part. But by the middle of October I had to make a decision on where to go next, and since it was … Continue reading A Troutbum on the Texas Coast
The last two weeks on the Texas coast have been like this. I have not caught a fish while in Port Aransas. I had another tourist offer the sage old advice, "A bad day of fly fishing is better than...". As was trying and failing to cast with the wind blowing my running line out … Continue reading Foggy Feelings
I spent Tuesday afternoon on the Firehole river in Yellowstone National Park. It was reputed to be "on fire" (yuk yuk) by the West Yellowstone fly shops, and I've long wanted to fish the stretch where geysers are steaming away stream-side. I walked and waded for about five hours, but the afternoon started with me … Continue reading A Bad Day of Fly Fishing is Better Than…
Nearly three months of Montana and it is beginning to feel like the end is near. I'm back on the water I started at, The 50 Mile Riffle. If I were to do it over from the start I would have been up here at the beginning of June at the latest. It seems like … Continue reading Back on the Madison River
1010.16 miles at 1.4 mph. That's what Garmin's track has to say about my travels since I turned it on leaving Reno on June 21, 2018. Not including the prequel spent in the high Sierra of California or the week in Reno waiting for news about my Dad. He died on on Father's Day, back … Continue reading A Thousand Miles, Thirty Days
