Our latest video: Chasing Bronze...

Yes, the blog has kinda died. Lack of motivation and busy day to day life has kept us from writing very much the past month or so. We have been fishing...a lot actually. Trout and smallmouth are still feeling the wrath of our hooks. We just don't care to tell anyone about it. Anyways, speaking of smallmouth, I finished up our latest video project....

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you....Chasing Bronze...

Let us know what you think of the video. Sucks? Ok? Pretty good? We just would like some feedback to see if we are going in the right direction with our stuff. Its been a lot of fun filming our adventures. Fishing has starting to wind down for most of us with deer and duck season just around the corner. So the blog....well, it might actually die....again....

Back to the basics...

As far as fly fishing goes, most of us started out by wading some little creek somewhere in hopes of getting a finicky ol' trout to eat some tiny little fly. We would end up over the years spending hours by trekking many miles up and down these streams, waist deep in the water. Wade fishing is how it all began for most of us. Getting down on the same level as the fish, trying to be stealthy, and making a good cast without putting our flies in the tree branches behind us...it was all part of the unique experience that only wade fishing can give you.

In recent years, we have been fortunate enough to began fishing from drift boats in our pursuit of all things fishy here in the Ozarks. Its an amazing way to see and fish these rivers. It has its advantages over wade fishing, no doubt about it. It makes fly fishing more of a social experience as well when you get to share the boat with 2 of your good fishing buddies. Its great in its own right....BUT, there comes a time when you just need to get back to the basics...

This happened a few weeks back on an early Sunday morning for JoeyC and myself. We had planned on floating one of our favorite smallmouth streams with another buddy of ours but family plans required him to miss the trip then JoeyC and I both had fishing time constraints to adhere to. So, instead of floating, we decided to just wade fish a couple of our favorite sections of a couple of smallie rivers. I left the house around 4:30am and met up with JoeyC at 6:30am at the 1st access point where we would begin our descent downstream in hopes of sticking a few bronze backs. Wet wading sounded like a great idea till the temp gauge on the truck was reading 56 degrees when I got to the river and I had left my waders at the house. Nice. Here goes nothing...

Luckily, the river temp wasn't too bad at all as we dropped in and started making our way downstream. Armed with our 6wts and fly boxes full of big nasty streamers, we began our assault on all of the fishy spots in hopes of luring a big smallmouth from its lair. It didn't take long at all, actually it was on my 2nd cast, as I put the fly next to a log jam and saw a big gold flash. Fish on!! In the heavy current, the fish put a serious bend into the rod and made a couple of awesome runs. Smallmouth are just bad ass....pure and simple!

The bite was good for us that morning. We threw DDs on full sink lines in all the likely spots and the fish obliged us with some seriously cool eats. Now with throwing the bigger streamers, our overall numbers do go down but the quality is definitely up on the fish. I gotta give smallmouth some credit though, even the little ones can get a little over zealous and try to eat a fly thats over half its size. They hit harder than the big ones do too! Its totally insane. Want evidence? Take a look at this greedy lil' SOB below....

After wading down as far as we could go, we jumped back up on the county road and hiked back up to the vehicles so we could go check out another river where we knew there were some serious mondo sized ditch pickles hanging out. Sadly, thanks to a few individuals who have no respect for people's property, we were met with "No Trespassing" and "Private Property" signs at the pull off spot on the county road where we normally park. JoeyC was just there earlier in the week too! We were SOL so we drove on up river to the next bridge where there was another pull off to park and access the river. We waded backed downstream to the very upper parts of the section we were wanting to fish, we didn't even get to fish the primo water that we had in mind. We were able to stick a couple decent fish but the bite had slowed for us with the high mid day sun and we were starting to see some canoe/kayak traffic as well. Part of it....

Great day on the water. It was good to get back to our roots per say and do some wade fishing on our favorite stretch of smallmouth water. Looking forward to what the summer is gonna bring us as far as the smallmouth fishing goes. The topwater bite should be kicking off in fully swing anytime. We have a big group trip planned for next weekend as well for smallmouth. 3 drift boats, 9 anglers, and a lot of quality smallmouth water to fish. It should be epic...

Here are a few other pictures from the day's trip. Hope you guys enjoy the pics...

Until next time, keep chasing the dream...

Smallie season is officially here!

We have been waiting for it all spring. Tying new streamers to add to the meat boxes. Spinning deer hair and cutting up foam for poppers. Hanging the waders up for the summer. Yeah...its smallmouth season in the Ozarks! The fishing is really starting to get hot on some of our rivers and creeks. JoeyC and The Professor have already been getting out the past couple of months to check out how our rivers and creeks have changed from this springs floods. They are catching a few fish too...

The last few weeks, the fishing has really started to take off. The fish went through their pre-spawn, spawn, and are finishing up their post-spawn stages right now on most of our rivers. When these fish turn on, it can get absolutely silly good if you can hit it just right. They are eating streamers like there is no tomorrow right now but the topwater bite shouldn't be too far away. JoeyC has already stuck a few fish on a mouse pattern (yes, you read that right) on a couple of the smaller tributary creeks where the fish are in full post-spawn. We just can't freaking wait...

JoeyC has been getting out on our local smallie waters more than any of us. He lives just over a half hour from some primo water. He has been able to get on the red hot evening bite several times over the past few weeks. He has been doing very well, catching some really nice smallmouth. Oddly enough, big trout streamers have been his go-to bug. No clousers. No buggers. Just pure and simple meat! Don't believe me? Look at these...

We also had our 1st smallmouth float of the season a couple of weeks ago (we are slacking, I know) on a tributary of one of our favorite smallie rivers. With the recent rain events happening on a consistent basis about once a week, the smaller creeks have been keeping some higher flows to allow for floating. The sweetest part of our float was that the creek we were on had never been floated before in a drift boat as far as we knew. First decent baby! Its typically a canoe/kayak kinda creek. I will say that we floated it on about 350cfs and its safe to say that's probably as low as you would wanna float it in a drift boat. It was kinda skinny in some spots, making casting pretty difficult and a couple of the "rapids" woulda been too shallow in another few days due to large boulders and bed rock bottom. Anyways, we took our chances and floated the 3.5 miles to the confluence without any major issues. We were prepared though, we packed along a chainsaw and plenty of rope just in case we needed to get creative with the portage.

The float was awesome and we didn't have any issues at all. The fishing was fair, just fair. The fish on this creek were spawning and they didn't have much interest in chasing our streamers. We saw a ton of nice fish on beds, doing their thing. We were able to stick some decent fish though and got to fish the lower section of the river after we dumped in at the confluence. Some really nice water down there too, it should be good in a couple of weeks. It was good and its only going to get better from here...

Yes, smallmouth are bad ass...

The "Other" White River

I finally took the time a while back to sit down with all of our footage from the NFOW over the past few months to create the newest CTD video. Our last couple of videos have been short due to lack of footage available but this wasn't the case with this video. I had tons of footage to work with so the video is considerably longer than our previous videos. We have wild Ozark rainbows, streamer crushing brown trout, low water bridges, turtle ropin', and lots of great shots of our favorite river in Missouri. Please watch in full HD if at all possible...



The video has got a lot of positive feedback and various people have graciously shared it on their Facebook pages, blogs, and websites. We really appreciate all the support and interweb love you have given us. A big shout out to these guys...

ChiWulff

The Toad Fly

McLellans Fly Shop

Two Rivers Fly Shop

Dally's Ozark Fly Fisher 

Dan's Hand Tied Flies

A Drift Boat Conclave? Brilliant! We're in...

It was back in March on one of our trips to the NFOW (North Fork of White) that Justin of Sunburst Ranch made mention of a possible get-together at his place. There would be plenty of food, adult beverages, and a place to crash for everyone who attended. His plan was to invite as many drift boat owners as he could along with lots of anglers who normally don't have a chance or never have fished from a drifter. Distribute everyone into as many boats as possible and do some fishing. Hmmm. I liked the idea. Is there a name for this little event? Why yes there is! The 1st Annual Drift Boat Conclave. Ok, CTD is in...

Fast forward about a month, Crik, Squatch, and myself could be found piled into the Squatch's FJ with my Clacka in tow with Sunburst Ranch being our final destination. Just a little side note here, about 99.9% of the time on our trips, we drive my truck with my boat so this was the 1st trip where I had to ride shotgun. Well, actually I had to ride in the back seat because Crik doesn't seem to know the proper rules of calling "shotgun" and took the front seat. Real dick move Richardson. Needless to say, I was like a bull calf in a china closet the whole ride down there. Anyways...

We were late arrivals to the Lodge and sadly missed the night's festivities but we did find Justin, Rusty, and Kevin huddled around the kitchen table, still nursing an adult beverage. Introductions were made, BS was passed for a short time about fishing, and talks of tomorrow's fishing/boat arrangements were discussed before we found our way to our room for the weekend. We were beat so Squatch made his nest in the corner on the twin bed while Crik and I climbed into our sleeping bags on the king size bed. Night night....

Day 1

The next morning, we awoke to the sound of pots and pans being banged around in the kitchen as someone was rustling up some breakfast for the masses. We climbed out of our sleeping bags and began sorting our gear for the day's trip on the water. The plan was to float the entire blue and red ribbon sections of the river, just cover all bases since we had all day to do it. We were fired up and ready to get going. After grabbing some homemade biscuits and gravy, we finished hashing out float and shuttle plans for the day with Justin and the rest of the crew. We were gonna be joined by Jeff House of High Plains FlyFisher, Dan Forget, and Paul Port in Dan's Hyde drifter with Kevin following in his kayak for the longer float. Couldn't of asked for a better group of guys to chase down the river. Let's roll...

 View of Trout Island from our room

We piled back into the FJ and made a quick drive upriver to the Kelly access to drop the boat in and get the party started. We decided to bring streamer sticks and bobber rods on the float with us, be able to handle either condition especially once we got downstream of Patrick Bridge into the "brown trout water". I took my turn at the sticks first while Crik and Squatch dug out the 5wts for a little bobber action to start the day off. The upper section of the NFOW is a nymph fishermans dream so its pretty hard not to pick up a bobber rod to put some rainbows in the boat. Just as we made our pass down the 1st run below Kelly, Dan and the boys pulled up to launch their boats to start their day. Looks like the plan was coming together...

It didn't take the boys long to do work on a few rainbows and get the skunk off the boat. Always feels good to get that 1st fish in the boat and get the trip headed in the right direction as far as the fishing goes. We couldn't of asked for better weather too, it was an absolutely beautiful day on the river. If you have never floated the NFOW and you're an Ozark native, you really are missing out on a great float. Its an amazing river and easily my favorite trout river to float/fish from the drifter. Anyways, we had beached the boat to allow Crik to re-rig so Squatch jumped out of the boat to do some wade fishing while I took some video and photos. About that time, Dan and the boys came around the bend with streamer rods in hand and chuckin' that chicken at the opposite bank. I was taking photos when I heard some kind of hillbilly bigfoot call coming from their boat. I looked up to see Paul's rod bent pretty hard with a fish making a run downstream. I began making my way upstream to get some photos but then I got this real smart idea that I could net fish for them in the slack water so I grabbed Dan's net from and began working my way out to the fish. Then it dawned on me that I still had my DSLR camera hanging around my neck so there I was trying to get in position to net the fish and keep my camera out of the water. Yup...you guessed it, epic fail! The fish finally came in close and just as I was going for him with the net, he flopped over and the bug came out! It was a stud of a wild rainbow too, a solid 20" fish. Sorry Paul...

After this little piece of drama, Dan and the boys floated on past us while we piled back into the skiff so they could get some fresh water on the sections just above and below McKee Bridge. Crik and Squatch both hooked up on rainbows right at the bridge but couldn't put them in the boat. Then we made the inconvenient squeeze under the bridge (Someone really needs to blow up these low water bridges) and made a swap on the sticks so I could get a fly in the water. We pushed through to the next nice run just above ROLF (River of Life Farm) and dropped in. I snuck a cast into a seam on the outside of edge of the riffle just in time to see my thingamabobber dive and pulled a pretty wild rainbow in the net to get the skunk off my rod. We continued downstream and covered every inch of the river but couldn't get any love before we came to The Falls at ROLF. We shuffled around on the sticks and I shot the boat down The Falls, then swapped back around. We caught up with Dan's boat  and he let us slide in front of him for the next section of river. What a scholar and a gentleman!

We continued our way down the river, picking up rainbows here and there but nothing to brag about. Just your normal run of the mill NFOW rainbows for us minus a smaller brown that Crik picked up on the ol' rubberlegs. We made our approach on Patrick Bridge and we dug the streamer rods out to see if we could entice a big ol' brown trout into eating some meat on a hook. We started pounding the banks from there for the rest of the float for the most part. We didn't exactly have primo conditions for the streamer bug but we stuck with it. Crik stuck a fat bown at Sunburst on a smaller baitfish pattern and missed a couple other fish but then it got pretty quiet for as far as the brown trout bite goes. We kept with the streamers though in hopes of turning a big fish, but the Unicorns kept to their hiding spots on this day. I stuck another small brown on the big bug and then plucked another one out of a nice run with a bobber rod while we took a piss break. That pretty much ended the day for us after that as the bite totally died off on us.

The last highlight of the day that I HAVE to share with everyone involves some expert casting and a turtle. As we were floating, we came upon a log and on that log was a few turtles. At some point, someone said something along the lines of, "Chance, I bet you can't knock that turtle off that log." Challenge accepted! I made a quick double haul with the 8-weight and launched the VooDoo Squatch I had on at the biggest turtle on the log. It was about halfway through the cast that I realized that I was actually gonna come very close to hitting the turtle so I raised the rod to slow the bug down. In doing this, somehow I literally wrapped the fly around the turtles neck! I'm not even kidding! Indiana Jones don't have crap on me!! It was all fun and games till I got the turtle in the boat and tried to get the fly back. He was pissed! Finally, we got the big guy un-tangled and dropped him back in the water...

The following evening was filled with talks about the days fishing and great food. The typical BS of what flies were working, biggest fish caught, and the excitement from a few newbs who got their first wild NFOW rainbows. Everyone pitched in inside the kitchen to help get the dinner of fresh fried fish, beans, fried potatoes, and corn bread all put together. The food was delicious to say the least. My compliments to the chef on the fish, which I think might of had several guys helping, including Crik. It was an awesome evening with friends, some new and some old. The adult beverages started to flow pretty freely and it didn't take too long for everyone to start finding the way to their beds for the night...

What a day!

Day 2

The next morning was filled with everyone gathering up their gear and packing stuff away for the last day of fishing and then the trip home. Most of the group seemed to be heading downstream of Sunburst so we decided to go back up top to float Kelly to Sunburst. We said our goodbyes to everyone, got our shuttle lined out, and made the quick drive upstream. Once again, we launched the skiff armed with bobber rods and streamer rods so we could cover any situation. This time, Squatch started out on the sticks while Crik took the front of the boat and I piled into the back of the boat. Time to fish...

We made our way down from Kelly and came to the 1st good run of the section where we instantly started to get into rainbows once again. I can't say enough good things about these NFOW wild rainbows, they are just awesome! A 12" fish will put a deep bend into any 5wt rod and a 16" fish will make your drag sing that sweet little tune! The fish were really showing us some love this morning...

We were working our way down the run when I set the hook on a fish that instantly felt "heavy". I put some pressure on it and it didn't seem to phase it as it turned to run downstream. I cleared the fly line of my feet and the boat so I could get the fish on the reel. It hit the reel and immediately started to pull drag. Oh boy! We followed the fish a short distance in the boat and then it sulked down in the current. Squatch placed the boat in the slack water close to shore and I bailed out of the boat. Crik followed me with the boat net. We still hadn't really seen the fish yet except for a quick flash so we weren't sure just how big it was. We made our way out to edge of the current and I started to put the pressure back on the fish. It finally came out of the current and rolled over on the surface. Holy shit...

It was a BIG brown, the biggest I had ever hooked from what I could tell. It wouldn't give up either, it just keep running back into the main current just when I would start to its head turned. Crik waded out pretty deep to try and net the beast out of the current when I'd get its head up and turned. No dice! It basically turned and chased Crik out of the hole. It was pretty comical and stessful at the same time. Tensions were high as the fight went on. Finally, I got the fish turned and it swam into the slack water away from the main channel. Crik swooped in below it and tried to put it in the net but missed as it swam away. He was quick on his feet and took a couple of long steps to make another stab it. It was a struggle and the fish tried to flop out but he finally made a good scoop to put in the net! Yes! I let out a "Finding Bigfoot" inspired whoop and holler than rang out down the river!

It was a beast! It had a huge head and mouth on it, almost like a Golden Dorado! I couldn't hardly get my hand around her belly to get a photo op with the piggy. We had been fishing hard for a big fish this season and it felt great to finally have a toad in our hands. It was a beautiful fish with brilliant black and red spots, blue cheeks, and a HUGE adipose fin. We took a measurement and she came out a solid 25". My personal best brown trout. We took a few photos and got some GoPro footage of the release as she swam back into the hole. Wooohooooo!!!

So after I finally came off the high of catching that brown, we did a swap on the oars and continued our float downstream. The fishing stayed steady for us through the rest of the day. We had a nice mix of browns and rainbows, no more big fish though. The fish couldn't get enough of the Pat's Rubberlegs in brown, it was THE fly of the day. We picked up a few fish on some caddis type bugs as a dropper but the fish preferred the meat fly! It was one of those days where every place a fish should, they were there and they would oblige your good drift with an eat. A lot of people hate on the bobber but when its good, its a lot of fun to fish that way. Making a good cast, getting a good drift, throwing in a mend, and then almost calling the strike before it happens. I love to throw streamers more than most guys but there ain't nothing wrong with chuckin' the ol' bobber some days.

We finally finished up our float at Sunburst Ranch around 3:00pm which worked out great for our schedule. We got the boat loaded up, all of our gear stowed into the FJ, and headed for Springfield so we could get some dinner. We made our normal stop at our favorite pizza place, Old Chicago! Whoever came up with the idea of putting pepper jack cheese on pizza at the place, deserves a huge raise! It is amazing pizza and a very cool place. Stop and eat there...

The North Fork of the White River is an amazing river and is easily our favorite place to float for trout in the Ozarks. Its a beautiful river, fun river to row, wild rainbows, and trophy brown trout....yeah, it rules! Wait, I mean, the fishing sucks and all you catch is little fish. At least thats what some people say....we will just keep letting them think that! Can't wait to get back down there...

Until next time...keep chasing the dream...

On the rise...

At the end of last week, we had a pretty impressive storm move through and dump a considerable amount of rain on the area. Within 24 hours, most of our rivers and streams were on the rise, some big enough that it warranted flash flood warnings and watches. We were really needing a serious flush of most of our river systems so this rain was welcomed with open arms. This event will probably salvage our smallie season for the summer, maybe we will actually be able to float this summer...

Here are a few pictures that JoeyC took of some of the major access points on Elk River. Quite impressive...

Its smallie time...our favorite time of the year!

Its no secret here at CTD that we are big fans of the Smallmouth Bass. They are a bad ass, pure and simple, when it comes to Ozark river bred gamefish! We love them! Honestly, the past few years, trout have just been a "filler" till smallie season kicks off! Once its here, we put away the 5wts, the tiny flies, and thingamobbers in exchange for 6wts and 7wts, big streamers, and topwater bugs. Waders are put away for the season. Its either sandals while we are wet wading or barefoot in the drift boats in the late spring and summer sun with our big palm leaf hats to keep us from getting too burnt!

Well, I think its safe to say that smallie season is here. The spawn has been delayed with these recent random cold fronts and rain events that we keep getting but thats OK because the rain has caused all of our major smallie streams to get a nice rise in flows, totally rejuvenating the fishery for the upcoming summer. JoeyC and The Professor have been out a few times already this spring to one of our local favorite smallie streams (that will be left un-named) and was able to stir up a few really nice fish. I can't wait to get the boat on the water and get after them! Its been a long winter and spring but warmer weather and longer days are finally here. It won't be long and we will be throwing poppers to these brutes full time...then it will really be GAME ON! I'm so over 5X tippet and copper johns...give me some Maxima 15lb and a deer hair popper!

Yup, to hell with trout...let's go bass fishing....

Until next time, keep chasing the dream...

Hillbilly Cohos, Sand Bass, White Bass...whatever...

All over the Ozarks, the word on the street for every tributary to our major area lakes are that the white bass are making their annual spawning runs. No matter what you call them white bass, sand bass, sandies, whites, or hillbilly cohos....everyone can appreciate how awesome of a game fish they are, especially on a fly rod! Take a 6wt, a box of Clousers, and go have a blast. Sometimes its a fish on every cast once you actually find them. They aren't too bad to eat either.

The Professor got out on James River a couple weeks back in his drifter and finally found them just above the take out right at dark. Clousers did the trick...like they always do! He kept himself a nice mess of them to toss in the deep fryer. Not a bad way to go catch your dinner. Lucky dog...

They are everywhere! So get out there and do a little searching. Once you find them, just stake your claim and hang on! You might have to rub elbows with some grumpy locals from time to time that think you're trespassing on "their" river but mostly they are harmless. They are usually just pissed cuz you aren't keeping everyone of them that you catch. Let them set a bucket next to you and throw some in for them. They won't bother you too much....

Until next time...keep chasing the dream....

The F3T Road Trip, Day #3

Day #3

The next morning, we all piled into the trucks for our final day on the water for our little road trip. We jogged south to Norfork, Arkansas to eat breakfast at our 2nd favorite greasy spoon breakfast spot in the Ozarks...the good ol' Norfork Cafe. Make sure and check it out. Its not bad! After we filled our bellies with pancakes, omelets, and biscuits n' gravy (Oh My!), we ran up to Norfork dam to dump the boats in while the COE was pumping out some good water for us. Shuttles were ran, boat spots were picked, and we were off....

To stick with the weekends on-going theme, we kept with the big sticks and chuckin' the big bugs in hopes of finding a unicorn. I don't know what it is about fly fishing and all the variables that go into making a presentation that will entice a fish to eat but on certain days, some guys have what I call the "touch". Doesn't seem to matter what bug they tie on, the fish are just gonna eat it. This day, that guy (or SOB if you're in the boat with him) was DonnyB. The dude was straight up being fishy and was dialed in. He was sticking rainbows and browns off all of the good banks and missed a ton of fish along the way. Cole and I just couldn't hang with him that day. It was pretty stupid, to be honest, but DonnyB is known to have days like this from time to time...

While DonnyB was having a grand ol' time sticking trout faces all morning, the rest of us weren't having the same kinda luck. Sometimes, you just have 1 of those days where nothing can go right on the river. Personally, while I was trying to clear out the line at my feet while fishing, my full sink SA line got hung up on a rock in the middle of the river. Before we could get the boat slowed down and headed back upstream, the rock it was on sliced the line in half. Just freaking great! I was able to retrieve all of my line but it was done. Gotta love it. In the other boat, JoeyC was having a few problems on his own. While tossing a big nasty double deceiver, he finally made contact with a unicorn (BFBT or big freaking brown trout). This wasn't your normal 2 footer either, it was bigger. According to The Professor, he fought the fish as well as anyone could and they chased the fish down with the boat but before they could get it in the net.....the fish just came off? Heartbreak...

We finished out the float and called it a day. We had plans to leave early enough to head back to Fayetteville in time to make a pit stop at McLellans Fly Shop and grab some dinner before heading to the F3T show. After squeezing 2 trucks and 2 drift boats into the cluttered parking lot where the fly shop was, we did some loitering in McLellans and BSed with Brock to kill some time. I picked up another spare spool for my Hatch Monsoon that I had ordered and bought a new SA Streamer Express full sink fly line to replace the broken line, brilliant! After some more loitering and BSin', we decided to go grab some grub and then head to F3T. Corey picked the establishment for which we would dine that afternoon and it was a dandy. It was a chain restaurant that's basically a spin off of Hooters and Twin Peaks, except the local talent wears kilts instead. Well, the food was alright and you could tell we had the Monday afternoon "talent" shift if you catch my drift. Yes, I'm still a prick...

We finally made it to the theater for F3T. The guys were pretty excited as Donny and Corey didn't attend last year and this year's film lineup looked to be pretty freaking awesome. We grabbed our seats and settled in. This year's film tour lineup was geared more to the freshwater crowd with quite a bit of "trout" related films as well as the normal exotic locales and exotic fish that probably 90% of us will never see or fish but they were still good films. Intermission was entertaining as always as the F3T crew do a great job and give away plenty of swag for the audience. Also, CTD as a group has been pretty lucky at these events. Last year, I won a free SA fly line of my choice but we doubled up on the swag this year. The Professor got a fly assortment from Montana Fly Company as well as a few other things and then Joey won a Montana Fly Company F3T Edition Boat Box! It is freaking awesome. We all hate him for it...

As far as the best films go, I would have to say that my favorites were "The Brothers Brown" and "Reel: A Day on the River". Both were geared towards the trout audience and had a really great story to go along with each film. "The Brothers Brown" really hit home with all of us as its about 3 brothers who go to the Lower Au Sable to chase the monster browns that live there with streamers out of drift boats. Sound familiar? It was an amazing film. that I think we all identified with. I will buy it when it hits DVD, no doubt. "Reel: A Day on the River" revolves around a handful of guides  and their daily lives up in the NorthEast that fish the Delaware River system which is kinda where modern American fly fishing was basically born. It's a great film as well. The F3T Tour is a great event, if you have a venue close by then you really should go. I think its an essential part of the future of our sport and where its heading. I think it helps to attract a younger generation of fisherman and to push current fisherman to enrich themselves deeper into the sport.

 

My Personal Favorite Film from F3T...

I don't really know what else to say about this trip that I haven't expressed in the previous blog posts. I guess all I can say is....it was a really damn good fishing trip!

 Until next time, keep chasing the dream...