Posts Tagged ‘fly fishing’

Ankle Biters

Ankle Biters

ADMITTEDLY, I’M A LITTLE LATE late to this party. The Bolivian Tsimane golden dorado adventure has been online for several years, but I’ve just recently found my way down there. When the first snippets of dorado video began filtering north from the Bolivian jungle, I immediately took note of a fishery that I knew I’d enjoy. […]


Pah Nah Mah

Pah Nah Mah

I’M NOT EXACTLY SURE HOW, but in my 30-plus years of photography and fishing travel I have somehow missed out on one the world’s more fertile angling playgrounds. I’ve lurked around the perimeter of Panama, but until last week the stars have never properly aligned for entry. Thanks to Mike Fitzgerald and Joe Codd at Frontiers […]


2016 In Review

TWENTY-SIXTEEN WAS A BIG YEAR. New clients were booked, revenue milestones were reached, shutter clicks were off the scale, and the official year-end tally of My Butt In An Airline Seat surpassed 15,000 miles. In this video, you’ll find a smattering of my 2016 work from The Olympic Range to the Seychelles. Much appreciation to YETI and Frontiers International Travel, […]


Rivers and Fields

Rivers and Fields

WHEN ONE LIVES IN TEXAS, one might think that Idaho would be cooler in August. Right? The mountains, the desert, downtown Boise: anywhere in Idaho would be cooler than Austin, surely…right? I was really looking forward to my Idaho assignment a few weeks ago when Austin was pegging 100, every day; but a funny thing […]


Silver Anniversary

Silver Anniversary

A LOT HAS CHANGED in the Florida Keys since my first visit in May 1991 but, fortunately, a lot of things have remained the same: namely, the mass migration of grown-up tarpon through gin clear shallows. Confession: I haven’t made 25 consecutive return trips just for the conch fritters. If you’ve never seen the annual […]


Chrome Niño

Chrome Niño

FISHING ANYWHERE ON THE PLANET during an El Niño year carries at the very least a smidgen of risk. When my flight left for Seattle on March 13th, I’d have been much better off had I never found the online flow gauges for the various steelhead rivers on the Olympic Peninsula. A watched pot never […]


Far Flung

Far Flung

WHILE THERE AREN’T MANY new fly-fishing discoveries in this vociferous age of chatrooms, GPS, and social media; there are still a few “developed” spots so wild and remote that you feel a certain Captain Cook vibe when you first step ashore on a small island located 10 time zones from your home. The Seychelles have long […]


I’m Not a Scientist…But…

I'm Not a Scientist…But...

WHEN MIKE FITZGERALD CALLED and asked if I’d like to photograph a group of Frontiers clients heading down to Belize, I jumped at the photo-op when he explained that a sidebar of the mission would involve some tagging and genetic study led by The Bonefish & Tarpon Trust. I’d never met or fished with their lead […]


Dog Days

Dog Days

IF YOU’VE LIVED IN TEXAS for any length of time, you know that bombastic statements about the weather will typically circle back around in the form of a platter heaped tall with crow. Some doomsayers, this spring, were predicting that our central Texas lakes would never fill again. Now we’ve got weather-folk proclaiming that our 7-year […]


Gaspé Saumon d’Atlantique

Gaspé Saumon d’Atlantique

I’VE WANTED TO CATCH an Atlantic salmon for some time, now. While I hate to use the term “bucket list” at the spry young age of 50, I’ve started dropping a few pins on the map since the AARP packets began showing up in the mail. I can run, but I can’t hide. For those of […]


Unplugged in The Ozarks

Unplugged in The Ozarks

HEADING SOUTH ON HIGHWAY 14 out of Yellville, Arkansas, there’s an abrupt decline in civilization as the tree canopy closes in and the road begins to wind and drop toward the bridge at Dillard’s Ferry. No more gas stations. No more car washes. No improved pastures or homesteads. Just a couple of B&B inns and canoe livery […]


Muy Difícil

Muy Difícil

THERE ARE PERMIT FANATICS and those who aren’t. I fall somewhere in between. I’m typically in need of quality permit images (aren’t most photographers?) so sometimes I lean toward fanatic. But even then I try to temper my expectations; and when I’m selecting a fly or tying knots or stalking a permit or making the […]


Ocean Fresh

Ocean Fresh

THE LAST TIME I fished for steelhead the spey craze was still an ocean away and neoprene swamp pants were en vogue for winter wading. As is typically the case, a drought of marketable images and suggestive comments from clients were my primary motivations for booking a refresher trip. “Dude, your steelhead selection is kinda…thin…” “Tosh, I’ve already […]


Bahamage

Bahamage

IN KEEPING WITH MY recent pattern, last month I packed up my gear and flew to the Bahamas on a mission for Frontiers International Travel. They need marketing images, and I have a camera, so this is working out really well. My first stop was at the Delphi Club, on Abaco, where owner Peter Mantle […]


Marsh Porn

Marsh Porn

IF YOU’VE FOLLOWED THIS newsletter for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t often post shots of people holding up fish for the camera. I certainly don’t deride that scene, but I’m typically shooting for publication and there aren’t many buyers for gratuitous fish portraits…unless the angler is wearing a bikini…and looks really good in […]


Go West, Young Man

Go West, Young Man

I LIVE IN TEXAS. And with the exception of a few put-n-takers in a couple of dam-fed rivers, we have no trout in Texas. And if you’re a magazine editor, or an art director, or a publisher who has perused my stock archive, you’ve probably noticed that trout and trout fishing images are relatively scarce […]


Independence

Independence

Blake Brown, the morning after his last college exam  FOR EACH OF THE PAST 16 years, my wife and kids and me have spent a good chunk of the summer in Port Aransas,Texas. If you’ve never been there, here’s a bullet synopsis: Great fishing Okay beaches Great eating Great fishing In the early years of […]


Year In, Year Out

Year In, Year Out

SAVE FOR A COUPLE of years when the dates got jiggled by familial obligations, this was my 23rd year in the Florida Keys during the last week of May. Any why that particular week? Because that’s when my guide dates are booked and I don’t dare give them up. Oh sure, some years we’re a […]


Orale!

Celebrating the low-impact angler. A collection of fly-fishing scenes via kayak and canoe from Texas to the Yucatan.


Burning Sand

Burning Sand

My son Blake has been itching to try the Baja beach roosterfish gig. I told him that it’s the toughest thing you can do in fly fishing. I told him that roosterfish can make permit look like inbred aquarium drones. I told him about friends (accomplished anglers) who have made 3-4-5 trips to Baja without […]


The Kings of Swing

The Kings of Swing

The last time I fished Alaska’s Kanektok River, boot-foot neoprenes were all the rage and most anglers were chasing king salmon with one-handed rods. That was 1993; which seems like eons ago. On my low-hanging flight from Bethel to Quinhagak, last week, it was comforting to re-visit a barren piece of tundra that hasn’t been overwhelmed […]


Back In The Saddle

Back In The Saddle

Well, after seventy-odd days of weather blowouts, punts from the end zone, domestic responsibilities, and myriad other calamities beyond my control, it felt REALLY good to get back on the water with a camera. Texas coastal weather conditions have been pretty crappy this spring, but early last week I snuck through a window with light […]


Bitch Jacks

Bitch Jacks

Last week I traveled to Southern Belize with all good intentions of fishing for permit and shooting photos in a place I’ve never been. I was able to check both goals off the list, but soon you’ll notice a conspicuous absence of a key component of this trip report. Note that I said, “fishing for […]


That’s Terrific Bass!

That's Terrific Bass!

It’s the main drag on the UT campus, an iconic peak in West Texas, a virginal image worshipped by the Catholic Church, and a plucky little bass that only lives in a handful of Central Texas rivers. We can all agree on the spelling, but pronunciation is all over the map. Texan |  Gwa-duh-loop Texican […]