I met this one on craigslist. She initially wanted to charge me 200 roses for an hour, but later I talked her down to 50 roses and a fly casting lesson. The fly casting lesson lasted much longer than our session....
I'll chip in my $0.02. My wife and I moved to the Seattle are on a whim (and a job opportunity) in July '03 after a brief educational stint in California. I actually grew up in the mountains of Colorado, but despite all of the skiing, hiking, and mountain biking I could sneak in I somehow never fished much (only the occasional party fishing boat on family vacations to Florida). On our first Holiday season here my wife surprised me with a fly-tying kit "so that I'd have something to do during the winter". Well, I figured if I was going to tie them I'd better learn how to fish with them, and I've been hooked ever since. Of course in 4 years I'm up to four rods (one of which I built), tons of fly tying materials, one pontoon, one float tube, lots of specialized clothing, a 24/7 need to be on this site... You guys all know the addiction.
Be 70 next birthday. Been fishing all my life. Born in Michigan and traveled a lot as a guest of the US Navy. Finally dropped anchor in Western Washington back in 85. Thats 1985 by the way.
Was a gear chucker until earlier this year when I got a bug (fly) up my backside to try fly fishing. My wife screamed, "not another hobby." You see I don't have hobbies I have obsessions. So hear I am with two new rod & reel combos (5 & 9 wts), with rainbows, cutthroats and a chum or two in the log already. As I write this little diddy I have just finished tying several flys with my brand new fly tying arrangement.
My wife would say, "What is wrong with you." So is anyone interested in a garage full of gear chucking equipment from bass to salmon to hallibut. I need to make room for all my new fly fishing gear that is on my list.
By the way I have a 2nd cousin who lives in Kalispel. Been around some the local waters over there but never wet a line yet.
Ok, I'll play. Not saying how old I am but I am looking forward to an early retirement in the next few years. Started out mostly bass fishing by myself as the spouse at that time didn't really like fishing that much. That relationship came to an end ( thank God) because after that I met the man that I am currently married to and who is an avid flyfisherman. Some of our first dates were him teaching me how to cast. Our first trip together was a week camping on the Madison. Now we have a home in Nor Cal and Montana on the Madison and a 5th wheel in Ferndale. I work in Canada 2 weeks a month and from home two weeks. During the winter it is from California and during the spring/summer/fall it is from Montana. Have not fished much in Wa and not lately in Ca. Most of my fishing is for rainbows and browns in Montana. My goal is to get a 25+" brown and rainbow on the Madison.
I was born and raised in the town of Wayne, Maine, a suburb (read: rural town of 700) of Maine's glorious capital (read: run-down husk of a former mill town), Augusta. I loved and still love Maine more than any place on earth. It remains my only true home, though I've lived in Seattle since 1997.
I grew up fishing strictly ultralight spinning gear, catching bass and maneating pickerel as often as trout, but the dazzling plumage of the brook trout has always completely mesmerized me. My only flyfishing experience as a kid came when we camped on a flyfish-only lake in Baxter S.P. I was about 12, and stayed out in the canoe well after dark, cussing bitterly at my inability to catch anything or even put a decent cast out to any of the many rising trout. I flogged that water helplessly while a grazing bull moose looked on in amusement. I had vivid memories of how frustrating it was for a long time, and happily went back to the spinning rod.
I lost my way, fishing-wise, while in college at UMaine. Only got out a few times over six years or so. By the time I graduated in '97 and moved to Washington, I could no longer say I was a fisherman. Moving to the city for the first time in my life only made things worse. I was swallowed up in the urban life, and the working life. I viewed the rivers and mountains of my new state of residence only from a distance.
Somehow, I snapped out of it in about 2001. It was like one day I woke up and remembered who I was. I didn't know anybody who was as interested in really experiencing the outdoors as I was, so I took off constantly to look for lakes that looked interesting on the map. I'd just be out there bushwhacking alone from morning to dusk and beyond, coming home bruised and bloody, to the point where The Girl started getting seriously worried. It was a fantastic time. I was still throwing spinning gear with a tiny ultralight.
A friend of mine from when I worked at Amazon got into flyfishing shortly after we met, but we only got out once (me still spinning) before he moved back east to West Virginia. There, he bloomed into a complete addict. When he moved back to Seattle in 2004, he treated me to a float trip with Joe Rotter on the Yak. I recounted for the hundredth time my bitter memories of flycasting, and insisted that I was going to use my spin rig. Upon meeting Joe in the canyon, however, he smiled, pointed at my ultralight, and said "You're not bringing that in my boat."
To make a long story less long, a new addict was born that day. Joe is an incredible ambassador for the sport of flyfishing. He was patient, thorough, and every time I did what he said, a fish struck. The only time I've learned more about fishing than I did that day was the second time I went on a trip with Joe.
It's been all about the fly(tm) ever since. I've never been able to stand being pathetic at anything, so I hit the books and starting researching, figuring I could make up some ground. I was reading books, magazines, web sites, fly shop fishing reports from Washington and Montana, just trying to absorb. To this day, I'm a research maniac.
The result today is a dedicated, knowledgable, but somewhat crudely skilled flyfisherman. I know I don't throw a picture-perfect loop or a surgical mend from 40 feet. I make up for a lot by reading and understanding the water, which is why I get confounded by big rivers. I have never caught a steelhead in at least 30 tries. I can never accept that the water over here is as promising as the water over there, so I probably take more unplanned swims than any other human alive. I like catching fish, but I love being on the river and sleeping on the ground.
I don't believe I have ever met anyone through the WFF, though I have cheerfully corresponded and commiserated with a number of folks and have tried to line up schedules for a day out a few times. I keep trying to get out there for the Dry Falls trip and remedy this situation.
Fished the Sound and local lakes/streams starting at about age 2 (thanks Pa)
Grandparents lived on the beach just north of Pt Williams, So I spent many a day in the 70's fishing Lincoln and Lowman parks for rezzies and cutts...alone.
Caught the steelhead bug at 14...I used to ride the Metro #214 to fall city to go steelheading, before I could drive.
I dropped out of high school, partly because of my fishing obsession.
I got a job as an offloader/hand on a floater in the winter of '88/'89, spent just enough time in the Bering Sea to know that there had to be an easier way to make money to finance fishing trips.
Started commercial fishing spring and summer in AK at the age of 20. Made enough cash longlining and gillnetting to come home in the fall, buy food and gas, then head out in the nasty old toyota truck with the mattress and cooler in the back for 4 1/2 months of salmon and steelhead fishing, cruisin' up and down I-5, I-90, 20, and 101, hittin all the anadromous rivers. I have probably fished 80% of western washington's steelhead rivers at least once...
Moved to AK permanently in '95 to gain residency for school purposes...Graduated Summa Cum Laude with a BS in Fisheries Science, a BS in Aquaculture, and an AS in Seafood technology.
I was approached by an outfitter as to the possibility of being a fill-in guide in 2002...I now do about 75-100 client/days per year, mostly spring, some fall.
Found this board while back at Rancho Ma n Pa for christmas one year...knew a few guys on it, met a few more, got some good advice from some, ignored a whole lot of crappy advice from others, and did it all with a smile.
Not as good as JB's "I was raised by wolves, yadda yadda" but it'll have to do, pig.
Born in Baltimore city, MD.Baitfished the Gunpowder river for Browns,fished the Chesapeake bay for Stripers,perch, and catfish.
Joined the Army in 86 to escape the big bad city.Landed in FT.Lewis and took up everything outdoors,mountbiking,climbing,kayaking,etc..Took up gearfishing for searuns in 94,cruised the southsound in various boats and kayaks fishing and crabbing,also lived aboard a 34 ' cabincruiser for a while.Met my wife in 97 and moved around in a RV for 4 years with 2 mountainbikes on the front and 2 kayaks on the roofrack.Fished SoCal saltwater out of a kayak with plastic swimbaits and it was a blast.Went to Maine for 6 months,moved back to S.D. then came back to WA. 4 years ago.As soon as I got back I was into the searuns again with spoons.My wifes Grandma gave me a G.loomis 6 wt. flyrod and reel for Christmas a few years ago and since she lived on the Cedar river I flyfished her place with good results.Now I'm flyfishing for salmon and steelhead with a 8 wt. with
no fish for 10-15 outings,but I can't get enough.I now consider Puget sound my home water and home.
I miss the eastcoast subshops too.Phillys,pizzaburgers and Pollock Johnnies dogs,good stuff.Bluecrabs too! I'm also addicted to this website.
I grew up in a little village near Hazleton, PA, which is about 100 miles north of Philly, about 20 miles west of the Poconos, about 50 miles from Allentown, PA, about 90 miles from Harrisburg, PA, and about 140 miles from NYC. Started fishing at age 3 and fly fishing at age 5, my Dad taught me. I'm now 54 and have been fly fishing some 49 years now.
I learned how to tie flies at age 9 because I got tired of hearing Dad complaining about the crappy flies he would find in local sporting goods stores and he didn't like having to wait up to a month before he could get flies from the Dettes, Art Flick, or Dan Bailey's when he was getting low on some of his favorites.
I fished many of the famous waters in the Catskills of NY and PA. I moved to MT in 1979, stayed until 1991, and got to fish a lot of the blue ribbon and not so well-known (but excellent fisheries) rivers in MT. I met my wife in MT, and she also likes to fly fish. I then moved to WA state in 1991, where I went nuts over steelhead and got into 2-handed rods and spey casting in 1993.
I've been very fortunate throughout my life in that I've gotten to meet, know, and become friends with some of the most widely recognized and best fly fishermen and fly tyers, all of whom contributed something that increased my knowledge or skills as a fly fishermen or fly tyer. I've also been fortunate to get to know some of the folks who design rods and lines.