Oh Man!

Stuck in the Mud

So, sometimes things just don't go so wonderfully! Today I took a man and his nine year old son out fly fishing. The morning was pretty great with the young man catching his first fish on a fly rod on his own. After a stellar hambuger in town we headed up on the Boulder Mountain after some bigger fish. It was raining a bit and I figured it was starting to die down a bit so we should be okay.

W.R.O.N.G.

Here is a shot after Mike (The Quiet Flyfisher) and I got the Explorer out of the mud:
(By the way this was hours after getting stuck and the storm moved out.)

Moral of the story:

Don't drive on certain roads after a significant un-forecasted Boulder Mountain rain storm.

You'll notice it required chains to get out and a hefty pull from Mike's Suburban.

I suppose the best part will be the stories the young man will be able to tell his friends at school when he gets back. I can hear it now, "I went to Utah, caught my first fish on a fly rod by myself, and GOT STUCK IN THE MUD!"

Thank goodness for great friends that will drive up a muddy road to help you out!
Thanks Mike!

Life Reflected

This week has been interesting to say the least. My wife's grandmother passed away and the funeral is tomorrow. We are in Northern Utah for the funeral but, I wanted to continue to post on this blog to keep you informed. (All two of you that read this!)

As I have reflected on the life of Andrea's grandmother I have realized that this life often requires a ton of work. Her grandmother worked very hard to raise a family and support her husband on the family farm all to have to leave that farm and move to the city for the last years of her life because the family farm was sold and her health declined to the point of needing to be closer to family. Sometimes, I believe, things that mean the most require a ton of effort. Last Saturday Mike (the Quiet Flyfisher) and I went to a stream where we normally don't guide but wanted to try out with a client of Mike's and his son who were on their way to Salt Lake. As we fished it required more effort to catch this little guy:

The effort was worth it to snap the photo. The size wasn't as important as the experience. Plus, it was a beautiful place.

AMAZING Splake!

Yesterday brought David D'Beaupre and Jon Bassett of Sierra Trout Magnet for a quick trip to our neck of the woods. They both wanted to get into Splake so we ran up for a quick couple of hours in the morning so they could cast at Splake. David caught a great Tiger Trout on his first couple of casts and later caught this Splake:

Jon was the winner of the day hooking into this amazing Splake. He was pretty excited to catch his first Splake:

It was great having these two awesome guides from California come and spend a couple of hours fishing with me. Their enthusiasm for fly fishing is contagious.
Thanks for coming guys!

The Pioneer

This Saturday is Pioneer Day in the Great State of Utah. In honor of the Pioneer heritage we celebrate as communities during this holiday I wanted to mention just a couple of ideas.

Allow me to indulge in a personal explanation:

This is my Dad:

Why put a picture of my Dad on this post about pioneers you might ask?

Well, let me explain, in a way my Dad is a pioneer, you see, my Dad shared a love for fishing with my brothers and me while growing up in Northern Utah. (Granted in the earlier years of our fishing we weren't exactly "fly fisherman" but, we did fish with flies from time to time!) He, through the years, has shared his love for fishing with us. His love has changed to a passion and has been infectious for me as well. Some of the best times and conversations we have ever had as Father and Son have been while fly fishing together. From my perspective that is part of what pioneering is: a way to pass down what we are passionate about to those we love. Of course the other part is making a trek into the unknown to find new opportunities.

This is the other idea, making a trek into the unknown to find new opportunities. Finding new opportunities to improve ourselves is what we strive to do here at Therapy on the Fly. We are working on finding ways to make families stick together and work through difficult times. If we can be a part of keeping a family together we will have fulfilled our mission as a company. Let us show you the importance of sticking together like my Dad and I have while fly fishing.

Thanks Dad, you're a Pioneer!

Amazing Views with Great Fish in Mind

One of the best parts about where we are located is some amazing views. The views provide something great to look at on the way to and from equally amazing fishing.

Here is a look at Thousand Lake Mountain from Boulder Mountain.

We thought we would add a cool shot of a rain storm hitting one of the lakes on Boulder Mountain

And best of all here is a shot of a good looking Tiger Trout.

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Catching Up

It has been quite a while since we posted on our blog so, here are a few pictures to wet your fly fishing appetites:

Here's a Boulder Mountain Cutthroat

(We liked the picture so much we decided to make it the picture at the top of our blog!)

Desert Fly Fishing at it's best:

Here's another great shot from the archives:

This one is ready for your fly!!!

New Service

We have added a service that Therapy on the Fly offers. It is called Family Bonding on the Fly. I have had many conversations with people who think that Therapeutic Fly Fishing is a good idea. We are hoping that by adding a family-centered service we can help families find a common bond created through learning to fly fish together. If you know of anyone that would be interested have them give us a call.
Thanks!

Ideas for Blog Topics

Hello anyone who reads this:
I am wondering if there are any requests for topics that interest you. I am hoping to start blogging for Therapy on the Fly at least weekly and would like to find a way to share what people need the most.
You can either send a message to my email: scott@flytherapy.com or add a comment to this posting.

Thanks!

Back to My Fly Fishing Roots

Recently I have been thinking about how this whole idea started. As I continue working through the process of creating and improving what we are trying to do, I figured it was about time that I return to where my whole fly-fishing life started. So, last week as I returned to Ogden to take care of some essential office work I decided to take a morning and go where it all began for me: the Weber River near Morgan, Utah.



As I waded upstream to the place where I caught my first fish I thought back to the first time I stepped into the river with a fly rod in hand. I was with a group of friends and one friend had convinced me that fly fishing was a great way to catch fish. The spot he took me on the Weber still holds the memories in that hole. Of course now it holds only my memories, not a fish to be seen. At least my memories like that section. I continued up stream a while and found someone fishing in the "money hole" as we used to call it. Somewhat disappointed, I continued upstream to where there has been some restoration in recent years.
It was there in the section above the hole where I caught my first fish on a fly-rod that I decided to sit and reflect on what I had learned over the years fly fishing. That list of concepts and life lessons is long. The one concept that kept returning to mind was that of patience and enjoying the moments that I have to think while standing in a river with rod in hand. I then looked up and saw this sight:

Although the times have changed and there are now houses on the hill on the other side of the river, the thoughts and peacefulness of the experience remain the same. I guess going back to our roots, no matter where, can help us remember times when life seemed somewhat less hectic and demanding. Perhaps this is the reason I do what I do now, to help people reflect on thier roots while, hopefully, creating roots for them to return to later in life.

Update

We figure it has been almost six months since our last update so we would let you all know what is going on.

The off season for Therapy on the Fly has been very busy. We decided to open an office therapy extension in Ogden, Utah and have been working on getting that part of our business running so that we can help people using traditional office therapy when the weather is not as ideal for fly-fishing. We decided to open the office in the Old Post Office in downtown Ogden.

This last month Scott has been in California twice and talked to a few Fly Fishing Clubs in Bakersfield, Ridgecrest, and Visalia, California. He then went back a week later for the Fly Fishing Show in Pasadena, California.

A relaxing day on the Lower Owens near Bishop, California

We are gearing up for an exciting season of fly fishing in South Central Utah. We have been blessed with nearly 150% of normal snowpack so it should be a great water year. And great water years mean great fly fishing. We hope you can come and enjoy some great fly fishing in a great environment.

We have also updated and revised our website: Check it out http://flytherapy.com