15 Seconds of Fly Fishing - Wet Beak

Last fall, I got my saltwater beak wet with a little snooklet in Florida. I will be returning to Florida for some more of this salty ass action this summer. I'm looking forward to it. Enjoy.

Microsnooking #flyfishing #florida

A video posted by YGF (@yukongoesfishing) on Nov 7, 2014 at 6:40am PST

15 seconds of Fly Fishing - Pre-Nap Streamers

Another installment in the 15 seconds of Fly Fishing series. This time, it's August streamer fishing and falling through mysterious bank holes.

Pre-nap August streamers with @eatsonthefly #flyfishing #colorado #theoriginal

A video posted by YGF (@yukongoesfishing) on Aug 21, 2014 at 7:21am PDT

15 Seconds of Fly Fishing - Bite, Bite, Sip, Sip

It's been a long while since I've shared one of my 15 seconds of fly fishing. I've got a whole stash from the last 10 months. If you don't follow along on IG, enjoy an oldie, but a goodie. "Bite, Bite, Sip, Sip."

Bite, Bite. Sip, sip. With @sanjuanandeggs and @setthehookdummy #thatswhatmakesthecombo #deepdishcombomambo #flyfishing #colorado

A video posted by YGF (@yukongoesfishing) on Jul 31, 2014 at 8:56am PDT

Hope

First, let's just disregard the fact that YGF hasn't blogged in nearly a calendar year. OK? OK. Let's talk about HOPE. Hope is this spring's theme. It's every spring's theme. Winter was tough. It had is seasonal ups and downs. Even when it was mild in the middle of winter, tailwaters didn't get me jazzed. Freestone streamer fishing was on the brain.

After several weeks of cold and snow, we had a break in the temps. Pre-spring sprung. In my hopeful mind, I had visions of streamer-green water filled with hungry brown trout tucked under cutbanks waiting for an early season meal. Logic would tell me that with several feet of recent snow and rising temps would muddy the water up too much. But, logic has nothing to do with hope. Denis and I left Denver and two hours later we were greeted with some extra green water. Probably too green. But, I was hopeful. Logic won out this day. By 10:30, the river was yoo-hoo. We headed upstream. Upstream of a trib that dumps sediment in the river pretty consistently.

We were greeted with clear water. But, by the time we unloaded the car and grabbed our gear, there was more yoo-hoo. Hope was dwindling. Logic had won out. Back in Denver, I told my friend Cody that I hit up a freestone in this warming weather. He said, something to effect of, "You're better than that...I thought you've been fishing for a while...It was always going to be chocolate milk." He was right. But, hope is a powerful thing. Here is to hoping.