Yea, I used just a tad of post production on this one. Still, thought you might like to see.
The girls caught this one and I said, if you are going to keep it we are eating it tonight. They said, “Yea, we’ll eat that.” I filleted it to the best of my ability, rinsed it, rolled it in a little olive oil, then put it in a zip-lok with Progresso Italian seasoning crumbs, and a few extra spices, then Continue reading
Got in on the tail end of the largemouth spawn in western Montana, specifically on the Flathead Indian Reservation. My girls had a ball hauling in a few good ones. Saw a few five pounders but they didn’t seem interested in leeches. Looking forward to the spawn being over and getting after them later this summer with poppers and other flies. I haven’t done a lot of bass fishing but this seems like a good year to figure it out. Got ideas for how to fish largemouth’s after the spawn? Let’s share some ideas and figure it out. Here are a couple shots of a modest bass, a couple great girls and some spectacular mountains. Continue reading
Being fly fishers, I always think that many of you are avid readers, too. The two passions seem to share a symbiotic relationship. Certainly, all of you read guidebooks, or at least you did at one time, until you became proficient enough to head out there on your own. You’ve probably read McGuane, maybe Chatham and Gierach, too.
But one thing puzzles me; since I founded this Web site a few years ago the book reviews I’ve written have hardly entertained response. Why? Am I wrong that fly fishers are natural readers? Are my reviews so boring that nobody cares to say a thing about them?
Who knows, is my answer.
Despite that response, I figured Continue reading
Rene Harrop has fished east Idaho’s Henry’s Fork River his entire life. He’s gone toe to toe with all those big rainbows in Box Canyon, outwitted those bankside risers in the Harriman Ranch, mastered those Wood Road giants, and wrecked rainbows and browns on the lower river during evening caddis hatches and other notable insect emergences. So, when someone puts together a Henry’s Fork Fly Continue reading
There’s something interesting about this image that you may not see at first glance. And it may remind you of your own swing. Take a look and have a good laugh. By the way, this is how I regard golf: It’s a good thing to do before a hatch starts or after a hatch ends and the fish are down, but I never take it seriously and figure why would I? I don’t practice the game and only participate with friends who invite me along. Without standard practice, why would I be any good? That’s why I like golfing—I don’t take it seriously and the cold beers go down like magic. My motto: Better to be no good at golf and enjoy than be average, hoping to be good, and hate your time on the links. Continue reading
From left to right Orvis Chairman Dave Perkins – Camp Bonaventure and Salmon Lodge General manager Junior St-Onge – Camp Bonaventure & Salmon Lodge Owner Glenn LeGrand – Orvis director of Eastern Endorsed lodges Scott McEnaney.
If you are thinking about fishing Atlantic salmon this summer or early fall—and, by the way, you should be thinking about fishing Atlantic salmon this summer or fall—you would be doing yourself a favor to visit the Web sites of Salmon Lodge on the Cascapedia, and Bonaventure Lodge.
Bonaventure Lodge, in particular, has been on my mind lately. That’s because I was able to sit down for lunch with Glenn LeGrand and Junior St-Onge, Continue reading
Take 2:17 away from your work and listen to this one. I think you’ll like it. And you may want to go out and buy more of these guys, the Pogues, one of my favorite bands. Where do the Pogues rank on your musical hit-list?
Saw these signs in Manhattan, NYC and thought they would give you guys a laugh. I was there last month to meet with people from Canada to figure out what trips might be appealing and most beneficial for them and me in 2013. So I walked all over the place with a bud of mine, taking in the sights and sounds and shooting pics of all that we considered interesting. My friend ate so many dumplings in China Town he was forced to say, “Thomas, I’m never eating bread again in my life.” When we walked past a house of sourdough he almost died. Click on the images for larger versions.
Thought all of you might like to see the damage I did on bass over the weekend. The result of the only strike I got in the three hours I fished. Didn’t see any bass in the shallows, nor any beds that would indicate they are starting in on the spawn—although that has to happen soon. Maybe I was just in a non-spawning area. I’m not an expert on warmwater; I just get out there and huck the big uglies like everyone else. Continue reading
Many of you know that my father, Fred Thomas, is one of the country’s best wildlife artists and I thought I would share his work with you from time to time. Fred is willing to offer a discount to AT readers on specific Artist Proof prints. This week, with an eye toward tarpon season being here, he’s offering this beautiful print, titled Silver Mine, at a discount price of Continue reading