Building a water slide, trout fishery, and swimming pool, all at the same time. This fellow exhibits true genius.

Fly fishing Cache Creek for Pikeminnow and smallmouth bass. August temperatures make fishing very difficult, but it’s better than sitting at home.

I stalk carp using fly tackle, unfortunately it’s too damn hot and the carp are winning.

Doughnuts are a source of arousal in Men. Specifically the scent of doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, and cheese pizza

For the newly christened fly fisherman entomology is one of many disciplines that you didn’t know you needed to know. It’s all part of the initial onslaught that demands attention; learning how to cast, accumulating an outfit, where to go, what to do when you get there, then suddenly bugs, and even worse, Latin and […]

On second thought, now might not be such a good time, what with the Preachers wife getting off with a slap on the wrist. It’s akin to the Loreena Bobbitt case, suddenly every guy on the planet wants to snuggle rather than snooze.
Then again, if she is ticklish, you may have found something, as that […]

I’m still struggling with the “bathe regular” concept, and the only “signature scent” I know is when someone complains.
Don’t mind me, I was just commiserating with the poor SOB I saw at the department store. This unfortunate had an anniversary to celebrate and was ill prepared to brave the Perfume Lady’s questions.
But it does bring […]

“Death Metal” usually is a type of rock and roll, but in my case the local fish are a close second.
We define “Brownlining” as attempting to catch something that if eaten more than once a month, kills you dead.
I was doing some research on the area on the Fish & Game regulation web site, confirming […]

Now that them Mountain Folk of Trout Underground fame have cast a pall on us “Brownliners” - I figure it’s up to me to settle scores. Rather than spend the morning searching for Bikini pictures, I hit the “Little Stinking” with rod and dry waders..
Last evening we confirmed the kind and type of fish present, […]

So what is it about the Northern latitudes that prevents anglers from baiting their own hook? The proud Norse heritage, the blond invaders that held Europe in terror, discovered the New World, and invented Volvo, are suddenly squeamish?
Earlier we reported on the The Perfect Gift for the angler with everything, now another Icelandic beer guzzling couch potato entrepreneur […]