It’s gonna be a mushy one

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness? — John Steinbeck

It’s been a short summer. They always seem to go quickly in hindsight but the memories, they’ll stay with you forever. I haven’t posted in some time, life has been crazy in the best ways. I wasn’t able to get out fishing as much as I wanted but I made the most of my time when I could. As they say, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”.

So, here we are, fall 2016. My wife and I have a our first little one on the way. We couldn’t be more excited and happy. When I’m not caring for my wife or working, I’m out fishing the near by pond(so I’m a 5 minute drive from home from the mrs) or we go out when we’re blessed with a day off together and a good day. It’s fun, we make the most of it. It’s not trout fishing, or salmon or steelhead fishing. It’s good ol bass/bluegill fishing. I know some people don’t consider it true fly fishing but we have a great time catching fish and I feel as though it’s more than just being out there catching a prize fish. Being out there with my wife, the joy on her face when she catches a fish, that’s better than any salmon or trout I’ll ever catch. Life isn’t about destination, it’s about the journey. Get out there and have fun. It doesn’t have to be epic, it can be a park or your front yard, a local stream. Just get out and enjoy yourself, find your zen. Stay happy y’all. You only live once.



Tying flies

Tying up some flies for when I go pickerel fishing on Thursday. Olive and black/blue marabou with some peacock flash and rabbit zonker strips on a size 1 hook. I used non lead wire to help sink it a little bit too.  Pickerel seem to love the darker colors with a little flash in them, they eat em up all day.  I find myself tying flies specifically designed to go after pickerel. These kind work well for bass too but I find them most popular among pickerel. Back to the vice! Hope yalls day is going well! 


Shaking the rust off


“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day”-Robert Frost

Between moving out of the Pine Barrens area and getting a promotion at work, life has been crazy lately. My wife and I decided to go fishing for my birthday this past weekend down the shore area. We found lake in the Tuckahoe area, not too far from Ocean City, NJ. We took our dog too out there, he usually joins us on our adventures.
It was a beautiful 78 out but the wind was blowing strong across the lake. Between being near the coast and it already being windy out, we had a steady wind at our faces all afternoon. We didn’t have much luck out there, we were in the peak time of when fish were least active. It was nice just getting out though, this winter seemed like eternity. As I write this it is 42° outside. I haven’t been able to get out on a day that’s either not windy or not downpouring rain. Hopefully next time I’m off, the fishing gods will give me a beautiful sunny day. If so, I’ll be sure to let yall know.



 I fell in love with the water before I fell in love with fly fishing. As a child, I spent summers going to Ocean City, New Jersey, surfing as much as possible and body surfing on days too flat to surf with a shortie. When I was home, near the Wharton State Forest, I spent my time running around the woods finding creeks, hoping to come across some fish swimming around. They have always been a beautiful animal to me. I always loved how the colors shimmered in the sunlight, each angle revealing a new alluring color.

        I received my first fly rod from my father when I was being dropped off at college. I had been accepted to a small college in western North Carolina. My dad had mentioned that their were a lot of good spots around the area for hiking and fishing and the rod might be of some use to me. I had only seen fly fishing done in the movies every now and then, it seemed difficult but also very graceful and artistic. It was a challenge when I first began, trying to throw the line like it was cracking a whip. Oh how the knots were a pain to untangle. Once you get the flow, the feel of the line running, the tension slipping through the hands, its an addiction. Just getting that right cast in the right spot can feel like an accomplishment.

        After spending 10 years in North Carolina, I moved back to Southern New Jersey, the motherland. I slowly began to discover the new spots in the Pine Barrens and Wharton State Forest where the chain pickerel breach the water to attack the streamer its stalking. Since being back here for over 2 years I have now fallen back in love with the Pine Barrens. Its scenery and its beauty, I feel, will always hold a place in my heart.

        These postings and write-ups and pictures are a physical representation and testament to the love and respect that we hold for fly fishing. The art in the casting, the way you feel the line and feel the tension and knowing that right time to release the line to land the fly exactly where you want it to be. The beauty in the line, sitting on the water, shimmering in the sunlight, streaming through the water anticipating that tug on the other end, its a fix to the addiction of fly fishing. I hope ya’ll enjoy the site! Tight lines and happy fishing!