When hard-core fly-fishers head to the Bahamas, a great place for them to stay is the Andros South Lodge on Andros island. The lodge is designed for those who want a great saltwater experience...

The first weekend of April brought a real feeling that spring finally had arrived with the annual Duranglers Fly Fishing Festival. The warm weather felt great, and the festival was lots of fun....

An anonymous source has always told me that it is not size that is important, but the quantity of fish that makes a fun day of fly-fishing. I’m not sure I totally buy into that theory. However, at...

I did it. I went fly-fishing where it’s warm and never snows. I went where friends who live there describe it as the place old people go to get older. I went to Florida. As an aging retired guide...

Two weeks ago, I followed my usual morning routine. I put the coffee on, let the dog out, turned on the news ... and then got sick to my stomach. It was Inauguration Day. I instantly turned it off...

Christmas has passed. You found new fly-fishing stuff under the tree. You have handwritten your thank-you notes. Now you’re thinking, “2013 is here, it’s winter, where can I go and use my new...

I can’t take it anymore. I always get really angry this time of year. Retailers are doing their best to get me to spend every last cent I have on stuff to give to my friends and family. For years,...

On my way home from a lengthy road trip after a week of pheasant hunting, I was trying to come up with an idea for this month’s column. As I was exhausted from the hunt and travel, I wasn’t having...

Have you ever made a really good cast, set up what you thought was the perfect drift and had it completely ignored? Then made a sorry cast, followed with a screwball drift and watch your fly be...

I love the Olympics. It doesn’t matter if it’s the summer or winter games; I just love to watch them.So, as I was watching the summer Olympics, it came to me that there is no competition for...

“I’m getting too old for this.” Those were the words spoken by one of my fly-fishing buddies as we hiked back to the truck over big rocks and up a hill that was steeper than it was on the way down...