We set out to explore the upper reaches of the river Lech in Stanzach, Austria. Here the river is still young and can find its course in a natural riverbed.
If fly fishing has taught me one thing in life it’s that it’s a great way to meet special people. The latest addition to my circle of fly fishing friends is Max Natmessnig.
Austria is a well-known fly fishing destination in Europe. Its crystal clear alpine streams attract fly fishermen and women searching for hucho, grayling and trout.
It had long been a dream of mine to go fly fishing Slovenia for marble trout. All it took was a global pandemic to make it happen.
My brain hurts as I roll over in my bed in the motel on Sugarloaf Key, my first morning in Key West.
In a year of lockdowns across Europe planning a week ahead is rather difficult. Imagine six friends who want to travel to Russia in June.
Fly fishing in Austria is an excellent choice. Wild rivers in between majestic mountains. A feast for the eye, especially in autumn.
Cold groundwater passes over limestone and boils from deep within the earth’s crust until it pushes to the surface and starts rolling toward the Mississippi.
Corona forced us to explore waters close to home. We took the chance to get to know the Deutsche Traun at Rudi Heger.
Natural flowing waters have a magical attraction. Whether fast flowing or quietly rippling. Both make you calm in a special way.
Log cabins, woodsmoke and Kamloops trout go together. I visited a rustic fishing camp in the British Columbia interior twice this summer.
The Algarve in the South of Portugal is known as one of Europe’s most popular tourist destinations.
Once upon a time renegades and outlaws roamed the Irish counties Mayo and Galway, home to Ballynahinch Castle.
The alarm jangled the last fits of sleep, dancing on already excited nerves, which didn’t really need much waking up at 4am believe it or not.
Freezing temperatures, streets packed with tourists on their way to the ski resorts and piles of snow covering the ground.
Fly fishing for trout in Japan can be traced back at least to the fifteenth century, using a horsehair line attached to a bamboo rod.
Beaver ponds are an acquired taste. They are hard to find, hard to reach and hard to wade.
Forks is a scruffy town of 3,800 people named for three steelhead fly fishing rivers which join outside town: the Sol Duc, the Calawah and the Bogachiel.
You’ve seen pictures of big pacific salmon in sports magazines. Chinook salmon can hit 20-40 lbs.