- Nine Two-Weight Rods
- Seven Canned Beers
- Four Salmonfly Solutions
- Carp in Wisconsin
- Bluegill in Ohio
- Steelhead in Washington
- Redfish in Louisiana
- Pink Alberts in Idaho
- Bonefish in the Bahamas
- Cutthroats in Wyoming
- Rainbows in New Mexico
- Musician Greg Brown
- A Brief History of Flats Boats
- How Bamaboo Rods are like Herpes
Missoula's got nuthin' on Oberlin
I thought I was just sharing a lark—fine: I was bragging—when I posted a Facebook update a month after moving from Missoula, Montana, to Oberlin, Ohio: "Just caught a dozen bluegill on a fly rod in a light rain standing on the shore of Oberlin Reservoir. I think I'd forgot how much fun fishing could be."
My friend Dan's comment caught me off guard: "Guy leaves a trout mecca to fall in love with bluegill on a fly. Story of your life, perhaps."
Dan was right, I'd avoided fishing in Montana—turned my back on a daily luxury that normal people spend thousands of dollars and precious vacation time to indulge. Why? Honestly, I'm kind of scared of you people. You fishermen. You flyfishermen especially. So serious.