Blast from the Past

The First Float with the New Drift Boat. Oct 2005

Some of my Favorites from The Green River

Family Memorial Day Trip 2006

Gunner and the Brown

My Fishing Teacher: My Grandpa introduced me to the art of fishing and I have never been the same since. He is truly a fine fishermen and a great man I respect!

Lake Powell 2004: This is when I knew she was a keeper, the only girl I know who didn't mind cleaning hog Stripers.

Green Jer & Jord...Its the body language that tells the story

The Berry Ice Fishing

Huntington Res. First Tiger through the ice...

The trip that change my life...First time to the Green with the youth group

Green Post Mission

Fall on the Provo 2004

High Country Brookies 2004

After Work, Work!

There are certain seasons,times, hatches, and locations that really draw my interest. Almost like clock work when the calender reaches that glorious month of November the Lower Provo captures my complete attention. For the past two nights I have hit the rivers shallows in pursuit of large Brown Trout. I am looking for one fish and one take. Over the past two nights I haven't had that chance, but the payoff of all the searching has been given in the quantity of fish not the size. I'll keep looking for that one and pray that when I do, I'll make the perfect cast and my knots hold true...Because you only get one, or just maybe two chances

Thursday Night Sole and the Hares Ear...

There are certain seasons,times, hatches, and locations that really draw my interest. Almost like clock work when the calender reaches that glorious month of November the Lower Provo captures my complete attention. For the past two nights I have hit the rivers shallows in pursuit of large Brown Trout. I am looking for one fish and one take. Over the past two nights I haven't had that chance, but the payoff of all the searching has been given in the quantity of fish not the size. I'll keep looking for that one and pray that when I do, I'll make the perfect cast and my knots hold true...Because you only get one, or just maybe two chances

Friday Night with Brent and the rest of the world...Gotta love those days

Pure! Proud! Freedom for the Future!

So So Green!

All my mom wanted for her birthday was to float the Green River below Flaming Gorge Dam. The only issue standing in our way was the chance that the weather would be terrible. There was a cold, cold front moving in for the weekend, but to our luck, it held out and allow us to fish the beautiful calm before the storm. In fact I couldn't believe it was November 1st. It was sunny and t-shirt weather pretty much all day. As for the fishing it was just as hot!!! We stopped at one of my favorite runs, so we could all hook up before we got too far down the river. This run produced fish after fish and never really let up.

After we each had landed a handful for fish. Mal and I decided just two more casts at a big dark shadow that I thought was about a 20 inch Brown. My first cast was unsuccessful, but hooked a little Bow. Mal's cast was right on target, hook set, big fish on! Instantly it took off for the safety of the faster deeper water. She fought it hard for what seemed like forever leaping out of the water twice, but just as wise Browns do. (This one I estimate around 22-23 inches) It took one last run that stole her flies and here heart. As she sat on the bank, sick to her stomach. I could help feel happy in a way that my little sister has become a top notch Fly Fisherwomen. (She has put the books aside and is now focused on learning and growing in this royal sport)

After that we fished down the rest of the A section stopping only a few times to land a fish or eat some lunch. For the water being so cold and supposedly putting the fish in their winter mood. It sure was constant in our catch rate. We seemed to hookup on a reg basis on deep nymphs. (GBug and WD-40's) My favorite part of this outing was our stop to fish tiny BWO's to shallow rising trout.(Size 24) Mal and I each took turns casting at these feeding fish. I hooked up first with a nice 16' Bow and then Mal fallowed shortly after with its twin. (She hooked it on the 4th take) I really have grown to love technical. To me it is the hardest and most frustrating fishing that I love the best. It's fun to have all odds against you, but still come out on top ever once and a while. (It makes the success really worth it)

We reached the little hole at dark and was the last boat on the water, where we were greeted by Dad and Addie and a hot dinner. It was an awesome birthday for my mom loved ever bit of it. It was awesome having her float with us. We had a professional photographer and an awesome shoreline lunch. In all it was an amazing day on one of the best river in the world.