I still remember the Christmas when I got my first fishing pole. My dad wasn’t really a fisherman but he’s a good man and took us out to do something he really didn’t care for. It didn’t take long before I was totally hooked. A number of years later, at the age of 12, I acquired my first fly rod off a friend who had lost interest in it. I was intrigued. I didn’t know what fly fishing was, nor had I ever seen someone do it before. With a few books and some help from people at the local fly shop (Anglers Inn) I SLOWLY began learning how to cast and even got into tying soon thereafter. Growing up I could never pass by a water source without looking excitingly and wondering if it held fish and if so what kind, how big, and….that has never changed. I LOVE fishing. I can still remember the days my mom would drop me off up Provo Canyon to fish – in both summer and winter. Once I could drive, I would frequently use some fishing guides and a topo map and go explore new and unfamiliar waters. Only in the last couple years did I start fishing with others. For me fishing was long a solitary thing. I knew very few people that fished and rather enjoyed rolling out solo and getting lost in the beauty in the middle of nowhere. Now, I still love to fish places away from other people, but often share the company of good friends. This blog is a place that allows me to both create and share what I love. Hope it get some people stoked to go catch some feesh! Thanks for checking us out!
