To be completely honest, I often put the fly rod down and throw a spinnerbait when the water is higher than usual, and with any...

I got to the put-in earlier than I needed to. Christmas brought with it a blast of arctic air that nearly had the river on its knees....

Out of habit, I suppose, my feet found the quiet spots. The spots hard, bare, frozen, and/or vacant of the crisp, tattletale leaves of...

The big rivers are blown out. Hurricane rain from whoever-we’re-up-to-now flooded the watershed, and it’s looking like slow mornings and...

If October is a month of transition, November is the month when we embrace the new season. Squirrels have been legal game for two months....

The world is changing. Summer is clearly in the rearview, and you can see it leaving in the trees. It happens to some earlier than...

It took a little over two hours of four-wheel driving, over and through mountains, into National Forest and, eventually, wilderness area,...

The story I’d like to try to tell begins in the late 80s, though it doesn’t really. It really starts before that, with a wild boy in...

Musky are curious critters. If you follow this column, you know that I spend what probably amounts to an unhealthy amount of time...

Fish enough, and keep track of the weather and conditions, and certain patterns begin to emerge. Like, for example, when it’s worth going...

The older I grow, the less I care about material things. Sure, as an angler, material things—such as boats, gear, etc.—can facilitate...

It is generally unwise to state rules in fishing, without qualifiers. I’ve learned so quickly in answering questions from clients on the...

The inaugural smallmouth camp, hosted by Charlottesville-based fishing rod manufacturer, Reilly Rod Crafters at Fariss Farms and Iron...

On Friday, February 1, at The Fly Fishing Show in Atlanta, Georgia, legendary, Charlottesville-based fishing guide and fly designer,...

On January 12 and 13, 2019, the Virginia Fly Fishing and Wine Festival will return to the Meadow Event Park in Doswell, Virginia, luring...

High water. It’s the bane of any river fisherman or fishing guide, and I’m sure I’ve opened my last three columns bemoaning it. When the...

There are many reasons I fish, solitude being one of the foremost. But I love people, and relish the opportunity to meet new ones,...

Cabin fever sets up its final blow. It’s been cold, snowy, and rainy for two months. The fisherman that holds the reins in my brain is...

The rapid was still in sight. Its white symphony took first chair to the wind, and the cold followed third—silent and subtle, but heard....

My eyes snapped open mid-morning. The previous night found me restless—scouring charts, tables; interpreting the forecasts; weighing my...