After a busy week at the American Fly Fishing Trade Association Dealer Summit, I’m packing bags today to go teach an On-the-Water Photography Workshop in Belize with Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures. We’ve got an awesome group of students, and I’m excited to kick off what’s going to be an action-packed trip!
After this workshop, I bounce back to Bozeman then immediately head to Jackson Hole for a shoot, then turn directly around and fly to Texas to give a keynote talk to the Texas Women’s Fly Fishers. The blog might be quiet for a few weeks, but rest assured I’ll be back with reports soon!
Thanks to everyone who continues to reach out — you guys make this fun!
I headed up into the mountains for a bit of small-stream fishing yesterday (more a mental break than anything) and ran into wind, snow, and temps dipping right around freezing. The fishing wasn’t bad — lots of little guys willing to nibble — but the real treat was having what’s been a busy stream throughout the summer all to myself as snow coated my hat. Come January I’ll be well and over the cold and snow, but the first blast of winter weather is always kind of cosy.
Yesterday I was impressed by the dark, dark skies — thunderstorm skies — accompanied only by the sound of wind through the trees and the eerie silence of softly-falling snow.
Hyalite is a popular canyon just south of Bozeman; it’s typically over-run with eager outdoors folk (or, as seems to be the case lately, wannabe outdoorsmen). A brief drive brings you to a gorgeous lake, and a myriad of trails can take you in any direction you please.
I jotted down a few words and shared a couple images this past week on Chi Wulff, talking about the turn to autumn. Frosty morning are here in full force, and leaves crunch underfoot, lining the downtown streets. Outdoorsmen are caught in the never-ending struggle of deciding whether to fish or hunt — the paradox of having too many good options — and fleece is appearing around town in force. I found myself pulling out winter layers the other day and debating which flip-flops might not make it another year. Somehow — I’m not sure how — summer is over and we’re heading into autumn.
I’m enjoying a few weeks before another hectic travel run. Mid-October kicks off the AFFTA Dealer Summit here in Bozeman, then I have a day before heading off to Belize to teach an On-the-Water Photography Workshop with Yellow Dog Flyfishing Adventures, then back for half a day before heading to Jackson for a press trip. Then I’m back to Bozeman for about 12 hours before jumping on another plane and heading to Texas to speak to a fly-fishing group out of Dallas. Then, in mid-November, I come home and sleep.
Here’s to the sprint!
Always a pleasure to work with the gang from FlyLife Magazine down in Australia and New Zealand. This image of Nautilus Reels hard at rest after a long day in the salt in French Polynesia teamed nicely with a stellar article from Bill Mitchell in the most recent issue.
And the images are on the walls! Thanks to the kind folks at Wild Joe’s Coffee House in Bozeman, I’ve taken over their walls for the month of September. If you’re in the area, drop by and take in the images — the main section of the wall is Western fly fishing, while the smaller bays on either end are rodeo and travel images, respectively. I’ve taken part in gallery shows abroad, but this is my first show in the States, and my first solo showing.
I’ll be hanging out at Wild Joe’s this coming Friday the 9th from 6-8PM for the September Bozeman Art Walk. If you’re in town, drop by and say hi!
Thanks to everyone who has offered their support through this process — fun to see it come to life!
It’s been a hectic week here in southwestern Montana. Politics, conservation, pissed-off folks… the closure of the Yellowstone has set off a bit of a storm that’s being reported both here in the States and overseas.
After a series of rather curious discussions with folks, a few points really started to bother me. Chiefly, the dismissal of the whitefish. I wrote a piece for Chi Wulff that ran this morning, sharing my two cents about the whole debacle, and it’s generating plenty of conversation around the inter-webs. Give it a read, and then give the bigger picture some thought.
This was a very short-notice shoot with a lot of windshield time, walking miles of empty river banks, and copious amounts of coffee (needing more now, apparently). Thanks to the team at The New York Times for another assignment.
It seems we’re at a waiting game right now on the Yellowstone, and everyone’s a little edgy about it. I’m watching this on a lot of fronts — the economic repercussions for the American Fly Fishing Trade Association, and the fishery health and the future repercussions for several outlets — so stay tuned as this develops.