Bloggin' ain't easy.

Big Daddy Kane, Ice T, and Snoop Dog all said "pimpin' ain't easy."  To that I say, touche.  As I attempt to do a fly fishing blog, I don't think I'll have the time to actually do one.  Let's be honest, if I have some time I hope I'm actually fishing, not just blogging about fishing.  So, I'm afraid that bloggin' ain't gonna be easy either Mr. Ice T.  Write a song about that!

Nonetheless, my hope is that this blog will be an informal fishing log, a photo album of those silly fishes that impale themselves on the flies at the end of my tippet, some instructions on how to tie really lousy flies like me, and even a place to tell you about the good food and beverages I find after I get off the river.  I primarily fish the trout streams in the Brevard area of Western North Carolina, but I also do some small mouth fishing, make it out to Colorado occasionally, and sometimes sneak onto to the marsh flats around Charleston, SC looking for tailing reds. 

I have been fly fishing since I was 10 years old.  I cut my teeth on small wild streams with my dad growing up, really got fired up about fly fishing in college at Appalachian State fishing delayed harvest and wild streams, but I may have learned more about fly fishing in the last 5 years than in the previous 18 (not to mention becoming slightly addicted to chasing fat bows and browns in the 20'' plus range).  I get stoked looking for big fish now, but when push comes to shove, I love getting out in the woods and wading in a mountain stream just like I did when I was a kid playing in the creek. Now instead of racing boats down the stream, I like to try and stay into fish and out of trees.  Well, here we go.  May my first post not be my last!

Fraser River, Colorado