Mayfly Musings

Until this summer I had never fished for trout outside of the United States.  I was lucky enough to stumble across @fishing.emotions on Instagram and the rest is history. I contacted him, made a plan, and made it happen.  My friend Sarah was traveling with me to Barcelona and eventually Girona, which is near the river, so I was able to fish three evenings looking for BIG rising fish. Many people know I love dry fly fishing, but over the past year or so my nymphing game has picked up.  However, in Spain, on this river, dry fly fishing was by far the best way to attempt a shot at a "big guy." If you check out Ekaitz's Instagram, you will see what I mean by "big guy."  He catches (and works very to hard to help his clients catch) giant brown trout on dry flies. The river is wild and beautiful.  The experience was surreal and enlightening.  The new sounds, the Spanish wildlife, and the incredible scenery made it a truly special trip. If you ever fish with

What a summer it has been so far.  The only issue with summer is how fast it always seems to go... You always have time until there is not time. The last month literally flew by (as it always does when you're not working) and as I am sitting with my AC on this evening in sunny Colorado I am reflecting on my annual trip back to New York. Returning to old haunts can be enlightening, but there's also a simplicity about the pace of things in Steuben County, New York.  No rapid changes ever occur.  The same people work at the same places and I know I have reflected on this point before, but every year I am reminded of how different a big city like Denver is compared to where I grew up.  I know why I moved and I don't regret it, but I also enjoy visiting good ol' upstate New York every summer for that exact reason; simplicity. We had our largest crew to date for our annual camping trip and we arguably had a little bit too much fun, but one credo I live by is to do every