Fly fishing means a lot to me. I genuinely, truly enjoy being outdoors chasing fish with a fly rod. Make no mistake about that. And I am so appreciative of the experiences and opportunities that fly fishing has afforded me. Most recently, with Casting Across. But over the past 25 years I have met remarkable …
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Podcast Ep. 258: Death on the River
Sometimes it takes something jarring to get you to realize that you’re not as safe as you thought. While fly fishing isn’t a risky or dangerous activity, the fact of the matter is that it has elements of risk and danger. Why? It is outside, it is near the water, and you can’t control everything …
Our Parasocial Fly Fishing World
I listen to a relatively diverse catalog of podcasts. My podcast app features a lot of theology, some history, and a few fly fishing shows sprinkled in for good measure. Every once in a while, I hop on to a true crime or celebrity podcast bandwagon. And, like hundreds of thousands of other listeners, I …
Rusty Flybox: Alone
Fishing is good alone. Fishing is good together. Why? Because fishing is good. Today I’m sharing three articles from the Casting Across archives, spanning nearly the entire 8 year history of the site. Each has to do with going fly fishing and the alone/together tension that exists every time you get in the water. Interestingly, …
Wading in the Valley of the Shadow
How can you retreat without running away? As a pastor, this is a question that I regularly think about; for those who come to me for counsel and for myself. What do I mean, and how does fly fishing fit in? First, it is important to define retreat. There are times when it is very important …
Podcast Ep. 251: Fly Fishing Accusations, XXV
Every 10 episodes I read and respond to listener and reader feedback. This 25th edition of this facet of the Casting Across Fly Fishing Podcast includes the most diverse sources to date. Today I interact with a Facebook comment, a YouTube question, and a conversation at Dunkin’ Donuts. Yes. A conversation at Dunkin’ Donuts. I’m …
Ed, a Flea, & Me – part 4
“One more cast.” Of all the softly spoken magic spells in fly fishing, this one might be the most frequent incantation. Part desperation, part closure; the idea of a final presentation has a certain hopeful romance to it. The fish can’t tell that you’re about to call it a day. But the thought behind the …
Ed, a Flea, & Me – part 3
One should carefully approach the trout stream and objectively read the water before tying on a fly, stepping into the current, or making a cast. The alternative is to assume that what has worked for you before will work again this time. The latter is my inevitable default. Particularly when I’m feeling pressured to catch …
Ed, a Flea, & Me – part 2
I caught my first trout on a fly rod in south central Pennsylvania. The lush valley with its limestone streams was different enough from suburban Virginia to be aesthetically enchanting to an otherwise distracted teenager. Closer streams with less challenging trout were an option. But I was smitten. Without any ties aside from a few …
Ed, a Flea, & Me – part 1
Every other fly rod was on the vertical rack. Sage, Orvis, Winston: all the names I knew and aspired to collect. But this rod was hung up horizontally. It was a bright amber with deep red wraps. The most striking aspect of the rod was that it was shorter than all the other fly rods …