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Swinging flies for Steelhead. The mood of winter fly fishing in the Pacific Northwest.
Swinging flies for Steelhead. The mood of winter fly fishing in the Pacific Northwest.
Giants of Washington.
Giants of Washington.
Swinging flies for Silvers in solitude.
Swinging flies for Silvers in solitude.
Sunday stalking, canyon corralling.
Sunday stalking, canyon corralling.
Closing the day wake surfing, bonfire, grilled beach Bulgogi, and beer. Moving to Lake Sammamish has been the best move I’ve made in life.
Closing the day wake surfing, bonfire, grilled beach Bulgogi, and beer. Moving to Lake Sammamish has been the best move I’ve made in life.
Changing of seasons.
Changing of seasons.
The chill of an early fall.
The chill of an early fall.
Guided these Seattle ladies on their first fly fishing trip today. @deletetoast caught her first trout on the fly. @evarees became proficient at casting, apart from losing six flies. Both learned how to row a drift boat, only crashing with a few rocks mid-stream. Overall it was a successful day, and I finished unscathed. 😎
Guided these Seattle ladies on their first fly fishing trip today. @deletetoast caught her first trout on the fly. @evarees became proficient at casting, apart from losing six flies. Both learned how to row a drift boat, only crashing with a few rocks mid-stream. Overall it was a successful day, and I finished unscathed. 😎
Quileuete beach life. Smoked salmon, bonfire, cheap beer, and centuries old drift wood made for a super-star holiday weekend.
Quileuete beach life. Smoked salmon, bonfire, cheap beer, and centuries old drift wood made for a super-star holiday weekend.
Pocket water, black berries, and beer. The rhythm of an evening session on the Cedar river.
Pocket water, black berries, and beer. The rhythm of an evening session on the Cedar river.
The canyon life. A little smoky from the Washington wild fires, but beautiful nonetheless.
The canyon life. A little smoky from the Washington wild fires, but beautiful nonetheless.
Solo mission, swinging flies for Coho Salmon on the Sol Duc River. Stumbled on a guy fishing this very stretch of river as I exited the trail from the forest. He educated me on the history of the Salmon runs, which passes through where I stand, upstream to their spawning grounds. Solid dude, who took the time to chat with a newbie Salmon fisherman like me. Missed the high tide and the daily Salmon run. I didn’t catch a thing, but learned a lot about the history of the Olympic Peninsula fishery. The knowledge gained from exploration is what it’s all about sometimes. Left the weekend feeling a little bit better about life outside the Seattle bubble.
Solo mission, swinging flies for Coho Salmon on the Sol Duc River. Stumbled on a guy fishing this very stretch of river as I exited the trail from the forest. He educated me on the history of the Salmon runs, which passes through where I stand, upstream to their spawning grounds. Solid dude, who took the time to chat with a newbie Salmon fisherman like me. Missed the high tide and the daily Salmon run. I didn’t catch a thing, but learned a lot about the history of the Olympic Peninsula fishery. The knowledge gained from exploration is what it’s all about sometimes. Left the weekend feeling a little bit better about life outside the Seattle bubble.
Weekend in the lushness of the Olympic Peninsula. A triple header day hiking, fly fishing and surfing with friends from Montana. That’s the rhythm of life in the PNW.
Weekend in the lushness of the Olympic Peninsula. A triple header day hiking, fly fishing and surfing with friends from Montana. That’s the rhythm of life in the PNW.
Saturday activities — riding waves off the coast of the Olympic Peninsula.
Saturday activities — riding waves off the coast of the Olympic Peninsula.
Summer Glory.
Summer Glory.
Well I had a dream I
Stood beneath an orange sky
Well I had a dream I Stood beneath an orange sky
The magic of dusk on the Skykomish. This was my first fly fishing trip to Washington. We arrived just in time to swing the fly an hour before dark. The mood was right on. Revisited this side of the Cascades looking for cabin land on Sunday. This snap reminds me why I should explore this place more often.
The magic of dusk on the Skykomish. This was my first fly fishing trip to Washington. We arrived just in time to swing the fly an hour before dark. The mood was right on. Revisited this side of the Cascades looking for cabin land on Sunday. This snap reminds me why I should explore this place more often.
Earned new calluses as an oarsman — rowing and guiding this homie through the canyon. Today was 🤙🏽
Earned new calluses as an oarsman — rowing and guiding this homie through the canyon. Today was 🤙🏽