Living a lifestyle that most folks just hope to enjoy a week or two each year is pretty sweet. We answer hundreds of emails and phone calls each winter from excited anglers planning adventures to our “back yard”. What’s the weather look like? Any hatches expected? Which rods should we bring? Will the water be clear? Huh? We are fishing guides not fortune tellers! “Just get here – it’ll be great.”. As hard as we try to avoid the trap of complacency, our proximity to the nation’s finest trout streams lends itself to tripping headlong into it.
When we decide to float a river or walk a bank planning typically happens the night before or more likely, an hour out. Travel consists of a short drive out of town or even walking out the back gate, Gearing up equates to throwing tackle in the boat from its home in the truck. There is little time to get excited about the prospect of going (we do still get psyched about the actual fishing as we are able to do less every year).
I write this while Terri pilots our rig across the Wyoming plains headed to Denver to see relatives and then on a plane to Belize for the holidays. Visions of tailing bonefish dancing in my head… I am that angler mentioned above.

BugsRodsReelsTippetGoProsLeaders…my kind of gear!
Do I have all the right flies – color, size, weight? We packed 9 rods/reels, 6wt-10wt, floating, sinking and intermediate lines, leaders for tarpon, permit, snook, bones and even cuda – feeling pretty good about the terminal tackle. Where in the hell is my Orvis order? New flats booties, coupla pairs of shorts and a Galeforce back and chest pack … Looks like our friends leaving later will have to bring ‘em for me. Scouring google earth produced some new flats and lagoons to explore, can’t wait to see what they hold! Will Hill be bartending at The Tackle Box Sea Bar? How many other anglers will we see? Are those local tarpon going to have lock jaw again? Is Dawson’s casting up the challenge? What will the weather be like?
This is great, this is exciting! No wonder we field so many questions, they are what transform a trip into adventure. I remember again the feeling of a youngster on Christmas Eve … Oh yea, I’ll be calf deep in turtle grass on Christmas Eve ; )


