Summer means small streams, three weights and dries. Plunge pools, shady pockets and log jams so tight you don't have prayer in dropping your fly in the sweet spot. You do it anyway. It's just a fly. Don't be a coward, throw it!
Blackberries cause arrival delays to favorite runs. Keeping an eye and ear out for bears adds to the ritual. The first one in the patch has the right of way. This can always be negotiated.
I started this company as an independent guide who could provide a higher level of service. I began my career as a river guide in The Forks. After a season on the Kennebec and Dead rivers I moved over to the West Branch of the Penobscot where I spent six seasons guiding and fishing those waters.
Before long stories of other rivers and ranges beckoned. I lived and played in Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, New Mexico, Utah, California and Alaska.
As great as waters like The Henry's Fork, The Missouri, The Gros Ventre and Flat Creek were I always knew I would return to live in Maine. With the amount of moving water in this state I am continually finding new places to explore.
Guiding for me is still as fresh today as it was when I first started. I can't think of a more rewarding occupation.