
A Perfect Spring Day at Santa Barbara Creek
It’s a warm day in early June, sunny with little to no wind – and well past the snow runoff from the northern Sangre de Cristo mountains. I get an early morning start and drive the scenic high road to…


It’s a warm day in early June, sunny with little to no wind – and well past the snow runoff from the northern Sangre de Cristo mountains. I get an early morning start and drive the scenic high road to…

There’s something about the stretch of days between Christmas and New Year’s that feels made for a last minute fishing adventure. Maybe it’s the quiet pause before the calendar turns, or maybe it’s simply tradition doing what it does best.…

With an unusually warm winter settling in, I found myself craving time on the river. A 60-degree day in December may not do much for skiing, but it makes for a perfect excuse to go fly fishing. The Pecos was…

Fishing is about being aware. Figuring out which insects trout are targeting or reading a run requires patience and careful observation. My most rewarding fishing experiences are usually about a lot of “work” leading to a well-choreographed presentation and hopefully…

It’s hard to forget your first trout on a fly. For me, it happened over twenty years ago on a camping trip with my family along the Upper Conejos River, a high-elevation stream in Southern Colorado where the water runs…

Arriving in the Dalton area of the Pecos on a Friday afternoon the sky was clear…except for the hundreds of big black stoneflies buzzing just overhead! I got excited rushed down to the river knocking into some brush on the…

There were spider webs in my wading boot, a cartoonish symbol of the first outing of the year. The RG Quartzite Access on a weekday in March promised me open space and I had that little-boy anticipation feeling in my…

It started like any other winter fly fishing day: indicator, weight, double nymph rig, and the search for a good run. A couple of nice rainbows were hooked and then lost in the fast-moving current—a promising start. But around 11…

I have too many fond memories of the Pecos River to count on both hands and both feet. Growing up in Santa Fe, it was the river my father took me to the most because it was the closest. He…