“Can we go fishing?” Sure. “Where are we going? “What are we going to catch? “Why do I need sunscreen? “Why do I need shoes? “Can we get donuts? “Did you remember my rod? “Can I use your rod? “Can we go to the bathroom? “Are we allowed to park here? “Are they fishing?
Tag: Youth
The Book Every Parent Who Fly Fishes Needs to Own
When was the last time you read a book that truly changed the way you looked at fly fishing? Perhaps an author explained a technique in an original, helpful manner. It could be that a fly tyer developed a pattern that you’ve employed to great success. Or, a narrative might have been so engrossing that …
You Only Turn Four Once
I had three offers to go fishing today. That’s right, I live a pretty privileged life. Offer #1: float a large, super productive trout river. Offer #2: chase the swelling population of stripers off the beach. Offer #3: spinning rods, bluegill, and not a whole lot of fishing myself. Can you guess which one I …
Rusty Flybox: Father’s Day
Happiness, Fly Fishing, and Being 3
Rusty Flybox: Get Your Kids Fly Fishing
Maybe you have never gotten around to taking your teenager fly fishing. Maybe your six-year-old has just demonstrated enough patience and focus to spend an afternoon on the water. Maybe you just got into the sport, and you want to bring your kids along for the ride. Maybe you’ve been thinking: “All I need to …
Rusty Flybox: Overlooked
Last Cast of the Week, 7/28/2017
Most Fridays on Casting Across are devoted to other people’s contributions in the fly fishing community. Articles, pictures, social media accounts, videos, podcasts, products, and more will be featured on The Last Cast of the Week. Today, I’m sharing items from StateCollege.com, The Mayfly Project, & Mousetrap Mondays. If you’d like to be featured in …
TU Youth Camps: Where the Best & Brightest Shine
I never went to real summer camp. Stories of shenanigans that sound like tropes from a John Hughes film aren’t something I can necessarily relate to. Moreover, my first inclination is to balk at the idea that summer camp is seriously someone’s idea of “fondest memories.” Then, I remember I did go to summer camp. But …
