The first time I touched a fly rod was as a thirteen year old on a trip to Jackson Hole. My parents put me and my 8 yr old brother on a drift boat, mostly to get rid of us for a day. Its twenty two years later and that trip lit a spark that’s taken me all over the world in pursuit of various species on the fly.
The feeling I had that day, being on a river with a fly rod in hand, is something I still keep in mind as a guide. While I still love the tug of a big fish myself, I have grown to be ecstatic about giving clients an opportunity to feel the tug for themselves. Over the years it’s become obvious that every day on the water is a gift and I cherish both the people I get to meet, and the time spent in knee high freezing water.