Not much for resolutions. One thing I do miss throughout the season is fishing with friends. Once prime time hits it's impossible to get together with members of the posse. When it does happen it's always fun, relaxed and somewhat productive.
Secret techniques, flies, rigs and holding lies are revealed. Missed strikes and sets are followed by good natured ribbing. Beer and B.S. always on hand. The worst lunches ever served. Working together breaking the code. It's all good.
The Brotherhood Of The Lie. Making it happen in 2012.
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.