Now it’s time to work for "The Man", working for myself that is. I did just that, only it lasted over 20 years working at the Jack Dennis Fly Shop in Jackson, WY where I departed in 2009. I went to Northland College in Ashland, Wisconsin, where I graduated with a Naturalist Degree while I discovered new fishing opportunities for pike, muskellunge, walleyes and various salmonids found in Lake Superior and its tributaries.įrom there I headed west to work a few years in the Yellowstone region to simply work as much as most people fish and fish as much as most people work. I started fly fishing at age 7 in the lakes and ponds of New England cutting my teeth on various sunfish, bass, crappie and stocked trout. We absolutely need to get up this big hill and canyon before the rains start. After yet another delicious Granny dinner, we’ll hit the sack early so we can get on the road early. Bad weather has been the theme since we left WI. The weather is forecasted to deteriorate fast overnight. My first fishing day of the year was without doubt, my best day of 2023 so far. Granny and I enjoyed the rest of our 57° day with more small hikes, a big lunch, sunbathing, reading, napping and even a workout. No doubt the 2023 schedule has worn me out. Honestly, the river was very high and murky. After releasing this one I continued on and caught three more. After one fly losing mishap, I got my groove on and hooked and landed a hot jumping rainbow. I rigged my Alpha + with two nymphs and went to work. I was hoping for a 5-weight but it appears I brought two 6-weights instead. I wasn’t sure what rods I hurriedly packed during our five-day early February visit home in WI. Despite the fact that it was roaring and off color, I had to give it a try. That glimpse of the river was all it took. I knew it was in shambles because today would be my first fishing day of they year. I didn’t rush to break out my fishing stuff. I French pressed the coffee and when its rich aroma lingered Granny climbed from her cold bed. This morning was brisk but the sky was a rich turquoise blue and I knew the sun would warm us fast. Granny made one of her amazing camp dinners and we sipped a top shelf bottle of red wine our friends Jason and Jo Randall gave us a few weeks ago at the Denver Show. I’m telling you this private location is remarkable. The road was longer than expected so when we found the first beautiful overlook of river and canyon, we took it. Granny was nervous about the offroad drive, I just went for it. It was steep decent for the Ruby Van into a canyon on a rutted gravel road. This trip, I promised Granny that I would slow it down and smell the roses after the final Fly Fishing Show. He’d offered this last year too but with my overfilled speaking schedule I had no time to stop. We were invited by a good friend to camp and fish his private property. Granny and I got sidetracked on our drive for Oregon yesterday. Jeff Currier Global Fly Fishing ☰ Navigation
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