Jan 15

Get Cheeky.

After being nearly marooned on Kiritimati, I found myself a day later in Fiji sitting in the Tabua club awaiting my flight home to the USA. As I gulped a beer and checked my email I found a message from Cheeky Fly Fishing saying that they had chosen my photo (also featured in Fish Alaska magazine 12/14) to use as a backdrop for their booth at multiple trade shows across the states. Considering the amount of weirdness that just occurred I was completely taken aback. So if any of you are hitting up Fly Fishing Shows in Denver, Marlborough, Somerset or at ICAST in Orlando, swing by the Cheeky Fly Fishing booth and meet the boys, peep the gear and don’t miss the backdrop that’s 12′ wide. What another awesome surprise for 2015! TOTHEGILLS!!!

Cheeky Fly Fishing 2015

Cheeky Fly Fishing 2015

Dec 14



We headed south to escape the nuclear wind only to be tackled by crashing surf. Timing your shot over a 4′ curl will sometimes leave your shorts gritty with a dull pain deep in the gut. We turned away as the sun began to set but then decided to give the beach one last look. The silence spiked intensity and instantly focus was regained. Spotting what appeared to be super tanker turning towards shore, I hopped off the sideXside and ran to give her my best shot. Perfectly placed fly and she was lit, charging into less than a foot of water missing the hook repeatedly, dorsal comb slashing about. I was shook and amazed with little water to work with – So I set without the fly ever being taken. Looking back I should have played dead and let the surf work for me but instead she turned for the deep. I’ll never forget the size and color of that mouth, opening and closing in response to my panic. I’m not done yet.

Dec 14







As harsh as she can be, I couldn’t live without her.

Dec 14



You couldn’t have come at a better time my friend, my friend. Hooot!

Nov 14

Some is.


Better than none.

Nov 14


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Sep 14

Lookin’ out my back door


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Sep 14

Home Again.

image I knew right away when the thermometer read -20 that it wouldn’t last long. I hung around just long enough to get the best of the interior and let the wind blow me back where I need to be. I missed the smell, taste, touch and silence of the misty mountains.image

Jul 14

Great Swamp Wolf Hunt

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home


_MG_7410Posted triumphantly in the Boreal swamp miles from any civilization in a literal hotbed of ultra ravenous avian like mosquitos with an unrelenting and insatiable blood thirst, thick as pouring fucking rain. I ignored the droning buzz reminiscent of old horror flick and kept focus, for I must capture the Great Swamp Wolf._MG_7909


I studied the Wolf’s habits and forage then began immediately harvesting 3 species of smoker bound whitefish that would be doused in a fine mix of brown sugar and sea salt to consume in order to become a more efficient predator, masking my identity to properly exude the right scent for unmistakable attraction. _MG_7454

Smoked potatoes, onions and fish - Can't beat that

Smoked potatoes, onions and fish – Can’t beat that

Never mind the pregnant moose ignorant of my presence, she does not know of my hunger for her newborn – Wait did I just say that or think it, did she hear me? Apologized to the interior grizzly inquiring on my measuring cup full to the gills of bacon grease, we planned on appropriating it a few miles from camp tomorrow, don’t come knocking again.

Fresh off the vice was the new pattern “Hot Potato” and it was time for the smoke test. Cinching the knot and pitching it overboard to start the search I immediately had 4 hookups to slack and was beginning to question the worth of my venture, with the added challenge of teaching a prospective fly fisherman. Through all of that I kept telling myself “You’re going to catch one and its going to be big” – Wishful thinking. “Let’s pull up and fish that flat across the way and if nothing we’ll head home”._MG_7860
When all of the sudden I set into what felt like a huge rock, setting again to a cork bending head shake. “BIG FISH BIG FISH!” I said stripping my life vest as the fire orange tail broke the surface, backing peeling off my Cheeky reel. The Wolf ran and rolled 3 times to the boat and then backing. My hand readied the big rubber net as I tried to end it. Almost to the net and “SNAP!” goes my 8wt right at the cork, without hesitation I grab the line and miraculously led its massive head toward the net. Would it fit?

Great Swamp Wolf 45" 30#

Great Swamp Wolf 45″ 30#

The Wolf tasted fresh air for no longer than 30 seconds before angrily taking off to the depths of the abysmal swamp. We sat for the better of 10 minutes absorbing the shock and questioning reality while a song I’m not sure I’ve heard before played over and over in my head “She’s a dandy but now she’s free, Do you know what I mean?”

Tundra Rose

Tundra Rose

I think I hear my plane coming, no that’s just the bugs..

May 14

Always Fishing.

You already know how I’m doing.





Sun never sleeps.