back to back

Well peeps i got hurt again this winter Dec 7th i busted my back very bad, but i am on the mend. Salmon fishing is off the hook this year "lots of big girls" and lots of them. The season was shaping up to be epic, a few good articles came out that boosted biz and fishing is great, only one problem i broke! But now back on my feet training and doing PT i should be rowing soon....... keep praying and fishing

May flats fishing

slowest bookings in 3 yrs but its ok with me, a little divine resting for the old captain, i dont think my shoulder could stand up to the normal 5-6 days a week. The kicker is the fishing is epic and wish i could be on the water enjoying my clients and the booty from the skinny.

T shirt and shorts Atlantics

the only person i know that day who was in flip flops slaying Atlantic's

ending the Atlantic winter season

insane way to end the season, with hot weather, tons of fish in high blown out water and some of the best clients a guide could ask for...... REPRESENT

past few days

the past few days on the river have been great, a bunch of fish, tons of action and its warm out, well Wednesday was cold but every person had a great time. My shoulder has held up thus far, which i am very thankful for. Two different trips guys got there first Atlantic salmon, two writers for separate magazines came out this week, which is always fun. nothing deep to write about just fun, fun and goo peeps.

Tea man Earl Gray

Man O man did we miss some feeesh today but, how rockn of a good day it was, sweet times.

we must stop the greed of men

if you fish or eat fish or just care with every thing i have please watch this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bedirwk95Oc

Casting to a new Generation

My job for the ASA sports shows is to run fly casting demos and a verity of how to seminars on fishing techniques. This year tells a deeper story then the past few, time are tough for our fellow country men. Not just consumers but dealers and professionals alike. As some of you know i have been on a 12wk bout with my fourth serious shoulder injury which has been causing a bunch of problems for my wife and I. As we hang on by a thread to all we have worked for, i am reminded that there is a bigger picture. A new generation of youth that needs better guidance and direction, more then ever before. I have been blessed to work with a some kids this week and talk to there families about fishing, life and values.

I had to for-fit my Saturday demos because i could not lift my arm, never mind cast a rod for a few hours. Things worked out well because there was plenty of talent in house that covered for me. Sunday came around an my shoulder felt much better and was able to complete my duties with a lot of Advil. This is my season to struggle along with many others, i just hope that the youth learn from our mistakes and change there values and ethics to better our country as should we. To many people are sitting around sucking our country dry, happy to just collect from the government and wait till someone else fixes the problem. To long have things gone with out true struggle, a virus of self entitlement has infected our country leaving us lazy, blame shifting, finger pointers instead of leaders and teachers. We can't let the next generation down, they are watching and waiting for us to do something. Do they deserve the same blessed life we grew up with no, but we should fight like heck that they might.

niner

Be a nine at every thing, so you can do every thing. thats the new Hush Mod-O i want to be nasty good at every thing and not spend all my time mastering one thing.

Just how deep does it go.

A Powerless Pinata

Just how deep does the fishing industry go? I will tell how deep it goes. It helps pay for diapers, baby formula, car insurance, rent and many other daily expenses in peoples lives. fishing touches the four corners of the world by raising money in conservation efforts to protect land and water ways. Its a life style for some, others a livelihood, to many an escape, for most a dream. People pour there creativity and savings into products, magazines, shops and guide services just to fallow that dream or vision. Its 2010 now and its time for an inside look into the depths of how a world wide economic recession is effecting, something so seemingly simple as fishing. this is the new topic for my next article, some editors dont like the topic, lots of anglers do. What do you want to hear about, the next how to segment that has been rewritten a 1000 times over??????? or the place you will never have the money to step foot in.

its just me

i am going to smile now that i went on a mad rant and some of my peeps think i went a little far, so i am not apologizing for what i believe and the pure facts of what is at hand, but just remember when you see the guy with tattoos and his fly rod, he just might know a thing or two about have lots of fun while fishing.

echoing a life to others

I hold a cinder of burning coal in my heart to share. This curriculum is found written in the pain, trials, passion, fears, joy, failures and life of my existence. Only once composed never repeated, forever lost to men when my season ends. My heart craves to share a bigger truth, cut you to the marrow of your soul, driving words deep into your inner most being. Tell you hard truths causing you to reflect, cast vision upon areas you fear to tread, bestow upon you tools and weapons for a mighty task. “That in hope,” will give direction when lost, comfort in pain, purpose in failure and meaning in doubt. Do not be average, hasten to be your self, true to your calling, fear not for you are young and the way will be hard, yet so beautiful in many ways untold. Do I have all the answers for your life this day, if what I share is folly and lacks wisdom, then I relinquish from my task. For I don’t have all the answers, I grope for more, amassing information of this path I have walked. I want to remain teachable in every way, yet firm on all that I hold as truth. I want you to walk in a life of challenging hardships, trails that test your character to the limit and shun from self destructive decisions that destroy the mind, soul and body. The past few days I have been speaking to the freshman at a local high school about drugs, alcohol and life decisions. This is a passion of mine that I have been doing sense I was 18 traveling to speak at different schools and youth programs. To share my life testimony in hopes to inspire change or direction to at least one kid in a positive manner. I am limited by law and statutes on topic and harshness of my message, but in some atmospheres and formats I can express deeper issues of life. Focusing on being real and transparent has been my means of attack and success for reaching youth for the past ten years. This is life with purpose beyond measure when weighted against trivial things such as guiding, fishing, surfing, climbing and the other vocations in my life. There is no substitute for this kind of work; it’s relevant yet humbling, inspirational but futile as the message can falls on deaf ears. The mystery at hand is where these young adults will end up as they grow into an image of there decisions and reactions to life’s trialing surprises. I leave you with this, take responsibility for your own actions in a culture and country that allows you to blame the other for your response, have the courage to own each of your achievements and faults, do not fear failure for it to is an enriching experience.

Awaken solitude in the deeps of who we are. Its 6 am and the winter moon is still high in the clear vast sky, waiting for her shift to end, as the over powering sun makes haste for the dawning horizon. Its time to be alone, still, quiet, meditative, the rolling farm hills lie vacant, void of any presents, the howling winds of the evening storm blew a blank canvas for me. To forge my own passage through this abstract terrain of drifts, hills and forest, I notice every sound I can, the crushing of snow, song birds in the thickets, the drone of cattle far off, the whisper of my mind telling me to take it easy, you’re not healed up. I need this time alone I spend my days serving others, maintaining guide status with clients, this month has been very hard, with both my wife and I out of work and money almost gone, I can be distracted by unpaid bills and circumstances out of my control, but I must focus. It’s this moment that matters, each breath I take, feeling the cold air in my lungs, wanting to push my body to exhaustion, frustrated having to hold back, it’s not who I am to hold back, but I have no choice. Each passing moment I can never repeat, Time marches on with out the counsel of man, regardless for individuals fleeting moments. Just to freeze a sunrise, relish a victory, ride that wave further, cherish that loved ones last day, hold to this vapor, a passing shadow is life, this world racing by faster then once thought, in vane of my youth. Nothing with breath will live for ever, that includes you and me, strive for the stars, obtain what comes, be content in all things, fight for valid dreams. Seek solitude for a season, the glamour of this world and safety of others does not contain all thee answers, nor will you ask the right questions among the masses, be afraid and bold at the same time. The beauty of this morning is gone, my time spent till right now, its midday with lots of emails and PR stuff to do, in hopes it will stir up business on the river, but the day is better because I took a moment to get away and Listen.

first day back on the water

yesterday was my first day back on the water sense i re-busted my shoulder, not gonna lie the day was very hard to get through, i took 7 advil during the trip and that seemed to thin my blood out, making me crazy cold all day. It was bitter sweet for me, the pain was a constant reminder of how blessed i am to be guiding and how short lived my future is going to be as a guide. I love the smell and stillness of the river in the snow, when at anchor the light gush of water singing past my oars and anchor line, only to be silenced as we pull anchor. floating on to another spot, listing to the sound of stillness, hearts filled with anticipation of the day. Watching the bald eagle as she soars down river disappearing into the heavy, yet melodic falling veil of snow. This is a common winter day of guiding for me, as a front came in with a changing low that pushed the fish to the bottom, High water from snow melt the week before, two passionate anglers knowing and hoping there guide wont fail to put them on fish and a guide that loves his job even if he cant make ends meet any longer doing it, "theirs nothing else i am to far in to quit". I guide for my clients now, i love them as friends, i pray for there families, that there business and jobs would be blessed, that a wife would not die of cancer, for there son fighting in Iraq, or the advice one might give me to make me a better husband or guide. this is why and only why i can quit till God shuts the door, trust me being a guide for this kid is not all fun and games, its life, purpose, humbling, passion and work. We got one fish yesterday just before snow fall, a 7lb atlantic salmon in the upper river, we all hoped for more, but we must remember that this day, was the day we were given and it was good. Its healthy not to get what we want all the time, it makes us adjust our perspective if we dare, its so easy to see the negative over the positive, i am guilty of doing that to often are you.