I guess I was a pretty lucky kid when my father put a fly rod in my hand at the age of five or six years old, which sparked in me a lifelong passion for wandering small mountain creeks and streams in search of the beautiful little wild trout that thrive in those icy-cold and crystal-clear waters!

Having moved to the Sierra foothills in northern California several years ago, I have spent many happy hours in the summer and fall throwing flies at rainbow, brown and brook trout while enjoying the peaceful and relaxing surroundings that these streams provide…

BHS, Wandering Streams…

November 2017