bass

THANKFULLY MY ALTER-EGO FISHES TOO

July 28, 2011

I met Mike this past winter at a fly-tying event he organizes, called Guys, Flies & Pies. We discovered a mutual affinity for bass, and made loose plans for getting out when the weather warmed. Those loose plans finally took shape earlier this week as we headed to the West River with a pair of kayaks [...]

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THERE’S ALWAYS TIME FOR ONE MORE

July 11, 2011

The plan was to paddle our kayaks into the West River for bass. Jason and I made the same trip last year and have fished a handful of times in the past, including our practically-epic smelt trip. The last time Dave and I had fished together though, we were 10 or 12 years old. We had [...]

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PISS & MOAN

May 19, 2011

12 bass. 2 hours. The wall of brambles guarding the 1/2-acre farm pond ate my lunch. But that’s how it goes when you play the game. And here I am lamenting that I’m handcuffed during the week. Whatever.

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BIG FLY. SMALL FLY.

October 11, 2010

How in the hell am I supposed to see this thing on the water? I asked. You’re not, was the reply. If you see a rise within 3 feet of where you think the fly is…lift the rod. 3 feet, I laughed. Good one. Seriously, how’s this work? Dude…just start casting. I grew up bass [...]

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