The Vermont Chronicles 14 September: Settling into Fall

by Fire Girl Jess on September 14, 2014

Taking the Trout Bum product development team fishing Friday morning.

Taking the Orvis Trout Bum product development team fishing Friday morning.

Another round of weekend reading on Chi Wulff. Head on over and let me know what you think!

Next weekend I’m covering the Orvis Game Fair, and the weekend after that chasing trout and fall foliage north at the Ausable River.  Somewhere, in the midst, articles are written and photographs are taken.

More to come.


For 9/11

by Fire Girl Jess on September 11, 2014

A U.S. Army recruit crosses a series of roped bridges during a training session at Fort Leonard-Wood, Missouri.

A U.S. Army recruit crosses a series of roped bridges during a training session at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri.

Somehow, little seemed more appropriate for the thirteenth anniversary of 9/11 and the beginning of subsequent events.

And certainly, bearing in mind today’s political climate, the nearly century-old words still ring true.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae, May 1915


The Fly Fish Journal: Guarding Drift Boats, Stealing Hearts

by Fire Girl Jess on September 10, 2014

IMG_3691IMG_3692I was excited to see this piece come to life in the new issue of The Fly Fish Journal. From the creative side of things, nothing beats a piece where I have the chance to combine both writing and photography.

Thanks to the gang over at TFFJ, as always, for the stellar support. Keep an eye out for more in the future!

And huge thanks to ever-bouncy Jake and his equally bouncy stray-come shop dog-come fishing buddy Marley. Any day on the water with these two is a good one, and they’re both pretty damn good in front of the camera.

More great memories from last season spent on projects on Montana’s Missouri River.



by Fire Girl Jess on September 7, 2014

FGP_Subaru_StickerThe time has come to finally give the new FGP Subaru some love. In the spirit of the former, battle-worn Subaru, here’s the beginning of the sticker collection.

Because life is too short and too awesome to just be like everyone else.


Familiar Faces in The Fly Fish Journal 6.1

by Fire Girl Jess on September 4, 2014

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Jake Gates and Marley make the pages of TFFJ.

Jake Gates and Marley make the pages of TFFJ.

Pick up the latest issue of The Fly Fish Journal. Page through and look for some familiar faces.

Some of you will remember the petite stray Border Collie from last year’s adventures on the Missouri River. Others will remember the lanky form of bouncy shop rat / fly fishing bum Jake; stories of crazy, long summer days shuttling vehicles and exploratory carp fishing on Diablo SUP/kayak hybrids.

This is that guy. And that dog.

And you can read the story of how they met in the new issue of TFFJ.

I was able to reunite with this pair for a photo shoot in June, and am happy to confirm they’re just as remembered from last season. Part of the awesome, mis-matched family living on the banks of the might ‘Mo.

Pick up the latest issue of The Fly Fish Journal and give it a gander. (I have yet to find a copy here in Green Mountain country.)


Chi Wulff’s Vermont Chronicles 31 August: Scenic Shakeup

by Fire Girl Jess on August 31, 2014

Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park.

Lake McDonald, Glacier National Park.

It’s been a run-around-in-circles week in the Green Mountain (really, Green Hill) country, a fact which sadly has negated any attempt at fishing. As I wrote this on Friday, weekend plans consist of undertaking the ever-growing mass of “to do” paperwork that seems to be slowly encroaching on my folding table desk.

Said folding table is beginning to sag a wee bit in the middle…

Head on over to Chi Wulff for the rest of the post and some scenery from (roughly) four corners of the States.


Do It Now

by Fire Girl Jess on August 30, 2014

Time flies... get it done. Bumping down central Montana backroads in early summer.

Bumping down central Montana backroads in early summer.

It’s the finale of summer. The three-day weekend before the realities of school and work and the fall routine settle into place. The tourist town of Manchester is humming, and the chatter among the women’s catalog team at work is this is the last weekend to viably wear white pants.

I wouldn’t know… the closest thing I own to white pants is a faded pair of tan Carhartts.

At any rate, folks seem to be taking advantage of the pre-autumnal bliss and taking vacations, making grand weekend plans, and in general feeling a little itchy for some adventure. And while I can’t lay claim to the first two (vacation? What’s that?) I am indeed finding myself in need some adventure.

Here’s hoping this weekend churns out more than the anticipated try-to-dig-myself-out-of-the-freelance-paperwork-hole-that-just-keeps-growing session. Couple of fun pieces about to come out, with a couple more assignments determined this week. Stay tuned.

Sporting clays at the Orvis Wingshooting School in Manchester, Vermont.

Sporting clays at the Orvis Wingshooting School in Manchester, Vermont.

I did manage to escape the office for two days this week, attending the Orvis Wingshooting School here in Manchester. The mission was to gather ideas and information to re-write the school’s copy, but an agreeable by-product was two days of shotgunning practice. (And spending two days with a stellar group of pretty damn awesome instructors… random moments included discussing bagpiping and talking both the high and low points of various Russian swear words.) I now have the nod of approval to go out for a quail hunt; something I’m eager to get on the books.

It’s a whole new world, and I have the niggling feeling a few paychecks will be going toward the purchase of a shotgun this fall.

In other news, starting on a large project right now that somewhat fits the attitude found in this quote:

“I’d just say to aspiring journalists or writers—who I meet a lot of—do it now. Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough.   -Ira Glass

For a few months now, I’ve been looking for something big to really sink my teeth into and run with. Seems like now is as good a time as any to start.

Go start something awesome this weekend.