Even after sixty-plus years of fishing a fly, sometimes you just can’t believe what you are seeing. The fish are showing you what they want but you still cannot comprehend their message. And so it goes, until a thunderclap of acknowledgement goes off in your brain and...

Swirling winds changed direction without warning then switched back again a scant few minutes later. This scenario repeated itself every half-hour or so. A cold front pushing in from the Pacific piled clouds amongst the mountains and forced large volumes of cold air...

For a fly-fisher, springtime on mountain waters can present a challenge. And I understand and accept that fact. I was on my annual multi-day fishing trip into the heart of the Vancouver Island Range, planning to wet my line in drainages flowing both to the East and to...