The solstice lands on a Sunday this year. June 21. The longest day - and the whole day has the quality of borrowed time.
In winter you tie toward something. By June, you're just trying to keep up.
There's a tributary off the Deerfield you'd miss at sixty miles an hour. No pullout, no trail, just a culvert and a trickle. Fish it, and it's a different world.
Some of the best parts of fly fishing happen after the fishing is over. After the last cast, when the camp chairs come out and the headlamps glow in the dark.
Tungsten is up sharply this year, and every bead pack in fly tying reflects it. Here's what's happening, what we won't cut corners on, and the brass line coming this fall.
I didn't plan on buying a fly-fishing company. I found Firehole restocking hooks at my local shop, drawn to three words on the pack: 100% barbless.
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