Tag: live your life
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Seasons of Change
Gone are the summer evenings of sunlight and splendor. Fallen are the leaves of autumn once more. Bright mornings give way to early darkness as a new season approaches. The rivers are much cooler now and the snow will be flying soon. I even had ice in my guides while fishing this weekend, which acted…
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Routine (The good, the bad, and the necessary)
Routine is part of life. Most of us wake up, go to work, come home, make dinner, watch a show and go to bed. We rinse and repeat Monday through Friday until the weekend finally arrives. I’ve had students for the past four weeks and we now have our routine. It’s a good one and…
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Nowhere, Alaska
I’ve been nowhere for a few hours and gone a day or two without a shower, but that’s about it. Alaska was different. My compatriots and I talked for months about how we’d feel when the float plane took off and left us to our own devices in the Alaskan wilderness. It was surreal and…
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Compliments and Kindness Don’t Cost a Thing
Why do some people hold back on giving compliments? Do we just not think about giving them or do we keep them to ourselves? Does it diminish us to build others up? Complimenting others makes me feel good. Building people up is oh so important for kids, middle aged folks (like myself) and retirees alike.…
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Fishing With a Time Machine
If I had a real time machine I’d probably return to a few scenes of fly fishing failure and try to make amends, but that would be cheating. Instead, I prefer to capitalize on the bipolar weather/elevation change in Colorado and use it to my advantage. The flies that worked so well in March have…
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Changing of the Seasons
The past few weeks I have worn shorts, sandals, my raincoat, a beanie, warm socks, pants, a t-shirt, my STARSET hoodie, and my favorite fishing hat, which is becoming quite rustic I might add. I’ve written about this before and some people know how much I love the shoulder seasons in Colorado, but to actually…
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The Best Laid Plans
I can’t decide if fishing teaches me about life or if life teaches me about fishing. Perhaps it truly doesn’t matter, but at some point, we’ve all carefully crafted an immaculate plan that fell flat on its face. A couple years ago, I was fishing the Fryingpan River on a simply stunning July day and got my…
Mayfly Musings 