The World Championships

Well I am back from Norway…. still alive after the 40+ hours of travel time in 6 days. Now I am getting ready for another good stretch of guiding and to spend some more time with my gals. I would again like to thank all those who gave to make my trip to Norway possible, I can never thank you enough.

All the Contries flags and the aeras seal.

Now here is how the whole thing started. In the spring of 2009 myself and Amy Hazel got the idea we would go to the SOR. I have never been to the ponds. She had been before and had a good idea on how thing were run and the general break down of the event. So with about a month of bad practice and about 9 broken rods and a few hundred dollars in lines later we were there. Driving straight to the ponds even before checking into the hotel I sat and watched some of the other casters. The boys that were in center pond were SMOKING casts…. All dressed in matching shirts casting those light baby blue lines that seemed to hold loops that would not end. This was my first glimpse of the Carron team. To this day that image haunts my mind. The qualifying day was a sight. The boys in blue had brought 7 team members and only 10 casters could qualify… you can guess how many Carron casters made the finals.

The favorite part of this great year. My Little girl.
The time spent getting my butt kick was not spent with my head down. I watched every cast and I was not afraid to ask questions, looking back I wished I knew the right questions to ask. Making friends with James Chalmbers, Raurri Costello, Gerard Downey, Gordon Armstrong, and Andrew Toft was a huge part of the growth of my casting. These are the people that are still pushing the future of distance Spey casting.
The boys and I after and great couple days!
Over the next 3 years the amount of trial and error, money and time. Learning to weld and build lines. All the casting realism’s that were learned and are now going to be tough that are what defines a caster weather he is just an angler or a distance caster. The Journey that Spey casting has taken me on thus far is more than I could have ever imagined and the road ahead still has no limit and the learning and pushing of the world of spey castings potential will go on. Thanks to the people who believe in me the World title was brought home along with a new world record. Now in want to win SOR. The toughest comp in the world hands down…
Thor!!! I bet he has a mean right single.

I thing that the distance spey casting is going to continue to grow and will take a firm seat in the Northwest. Plus I believe the future of line and rod development depends on what we accomplish. So those of you thinking of competing do….and those who are untested watch or attend these events or support them thought some kinda of contribution. Thanks for reading a supporting me and the future of spey casting.

Thats how a loaded rod should look!!

The time has come, But approch with humility.

Brand New Steel.

Early Season Steelheading is a great, but not always for numbers of fish to hand. Early fish in the Colombia river drainage come in waves of good numbers of wild fish. But finding them is usually even more unpredictable. That only a small fraction of the run has entered the waters we fish. This makes finding one even more enjoyable to me. Work hard and your time and experience will turn into little bits of Steelhead fishing gold.

Can’t beat a last light Steelehad in July!

Now that I have said that, the real reason I am talking early season is that it is a great way to get all the tackle out and fitted that you have not likely used for 8 to 10 months. See what condition your leaders and tippet are in. Maybe take a look at you running line. or even CLEAN your lines. Organize your fly boxes and just take in a peaceful river… Which ever one you chose to fish.

A little color but what a scrapper.

Here are a few we found over the past week. If your ready to work get out there. If you want easy there is always the trout farm!!!LOL just kidding.

Nothing Like First Light.

An early morning hook up, just icing on the cake.
I can’t think of a more peaceful time on any Steelhead river. After the sounding of the alarm clock and the first sips of morning Joe. The bus of a boat ramp or the quick drive to you favorite piece of water. First light is amazing!
As I look back on how many sunrises I have witnessed in my days Steelhead fishing. How many times the sound of the river morning is broken by the sound of a Canyon Ren, or the sound of a turning reel. Beginning a day not only chasing one of God’s finest creations, but standing in some of the most wonderful places on earth.

So next time your out before light waiting for the morning fishing light. Tip your coffee cup to the river and the fish. Mostly to the fact your there not anywhere else.