Wade fishing is one of my favorite past times.  Why?  Because it’s just you and the river – intimacy with a river is hard to come by unless one gets out of the boat and stalks trout.  When wading, all your skills come into play: stalking, reach casts, managing slack line, mending, feeding slack line and of course, setting the hook.

You watch and wait.

Patience is key and without it one will never really get it.

Timing is everything.  Okay, maybe not everything as a good reach cast will bring home the bacon, but timing is damn near everything.  That’s why one must go fishing, cause if you don’t go you won’t know…….just how good it was.


For me, when the big mayflies emerge on the Henry’s Fork, there is really no other place I want to be.  Sure, salmon flies and evening caddis on the Madison ranks right up there, but watching a large trout pick off your drake from a skinny water riffle is priceless.    These are the days that I stick away and remember when I have been guiding twenty-five straight in July or when sitting at the bench in the dead of winter at 30 below.

Big fish slide into the skinny stuff and love to eat these flies with reckless abandon. When hooked in shallow water, fish rip line and test your skills. This is “drop everything and go” kind of trout fishing.   Luckily, my wife understands this addiction and realizes that without this time on the river, I become a pain in the ass.

Drew and I stopped on the way down and get a twelve pack and some fried chicken as there will be no time to leave the river.   We stay as long as they rise and then a little longer.  We soak everything in.

Summer is here.  Enjoy it.