Tag Archives: Kent Klewein
Fingers Crossed
By Steven Brutger FOR MONTHS WE HAD OUR FINGERS CROSSED. Eying snow reports and talking to the few who had been in the mountains, we were cautiously optimistic. Despite a big snow year we had a shot at hitting it right. A few days too early and ice...
Careful Where You Point That Thing
TOOTHY AND GENERALLY ILL TEMPERED, BARRACUDA ARE A BLAST TO CATCH ON THE FLY. Their vicious attack is almost unbelievable to watch. My buddy Andrew Bennett holds a nice one here for a sub-surface hero shot. The Bahamians eat them. Barracuda are generally not edible because they...
Check Your Fly Rig!
By Justin Pickett The sun is only a faint glow below the horizon as it prepares to make its ascent into the sky. I launch my chunky, articulated offering into the twilight. Slicing through the fog, it lands mere inches from the bank. Soon, will come the moment of...
Small Wonder, Middle Georgia’s Shoal Bass
By Justin Pickett THE SETTING SUN IS WARM AT MY BACK AS I STAND AT THE REAR OF MY JEEP. I slip on my guard socks and wrench down on my boots until I’m happy with the fit. No need for waders today. The deep south humidity...
Yellowhammers and Specks
"I thought you might like these," my brother Tom holds out an old yellowed envelope. "I found them going through some of Pete's things." William Starling Cahill, who preferred to be called Pete, was my Grandfather and the man who taught me to fly fish. He's...