
I’m not a photographer. A quick click around this site will confirm that. I don’t think that I’m necessarily bad at taking pictures, but I’m aware that there is a whole lot more to it than what I’m capable of. Capturing the imagery and experience of fly fishing has always been part of the sport. For better or worse, the internet and social media have increased the common angler’s exposure (…) to photography.
I mess around with a DSLR, but more often than not I’m trying to get by with my iPhone. On one recent trip out I decided to carry my large camera. The stream I was fishing is a small, spring-influenced creek that flows from a pond into a large river. There are supposedly a naturally reproducing population of native brook trout in the creek, and I was eager to explore.
I wanted to take some pictures of whatever I found, potentially to use of the site, so the DSLR was slung over my shoulder as I set off for the morning. As soon as I stepped it the water, I knew there was going to be trouble. I was in mud up to my knees. Maybe it was just a bad place in the stream? Nope: it kept getting deeper. Without making a single cast, I began to slog my way back to the bank. I was holding my camera over my head to keep it dry, and the effect upon my posture was such that the opposite armpit dipped low and allowed water in my waders.








