A WELL MANNERED DAY
“Hey, kids!” I yelled out to Mason and Cruz, who were playing with their favorite monster trucks on the floor,
Fly Fishing Guide / Instructor / Artist
“Hey, kids!” I yelled out to Mason and Cruz, who were playing with their favorite monster trucks on the floor,
Bryan and I were all smiles as we caught our first glimpse of Rocky Ford Creek. Expectations should never be
“I’m worried…” Bryan said, as he backed up his van to get going. “About what?” I asked. “That we won’t
I woke up to Bryan and Mike having a conversation about getting out of bed quickly after waking up in
Lakes with grayling have been on my radar for a few years now, but in order to visit some of
“Dad, I really, really want to go fishing with you.” Mason said, on more than one occasion. It is my
Camping at Massacre Rocks was nice. Little cottontails roamed around the campsites, making almost no noise at all. If you
There was something about that night…Boots, Currier, and I all had a restless sleep. It was hot and muggy, and
A scavenger’s breakfast was expected for this morning, but I knew I was going to have leftover homemade tortillas on
“I just got an invite to fish with Boots Allen and Jeff Currier Monday through Wednesday… Before kids I would