Friday, June 24, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Crazy and Interesting Off-Season
We have had a very interesting off season this year. Our family moved to Northern Utah but have decided to still guide in the same area during the fly fishing season.
As part of our recent move we decided to open another clinical office in Bountiful to offer our services to more people. We are looking forward to the challenge of having two clinical offices (Ogden and now Bountiful) and doing our guiding, Family Bonding on the Fly, and Therapeutic Fly Fishing trips during the warmer months.
We are looking forward to our first season of offering Family Bonding on the Fly where we have worked hard to prepare a day-long experience that teaches entire families the skills of fly fishing while at the same time improving positive family bonds.
Hopefully we will see more followers on our blog, facebook page, and on twitter. We welcome your comments and ideas.
We hope to see and hear from all of you soon!
As part of our recent move we decided to open another clinical office in Bountiful to offer our services to more people. We are looking forward to the challenge of having two clinical offices (Ogden and now Bountiful) and doing our guiding, Family Bonding on the Fly, and Therapeutic Fly Fishing trips during the warmer months.
We are looking forward to our first season of offering Family Bonding on the Fly where we have worked hard to prepare a day-long experience that teaches entire families the skills of fly fishing while at the same time improving positive family bonds.
We hope to see and hear from all of you soon!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
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!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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.
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.
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