George was a record-chaser in many ways. You could tell it motivated him. He took plenty of opportunities during boat rides or conversation under the tarp at dinnertime talking about the various records he’d caught along with dissecting the IGFA procedures for documenting his potential records — a total 39 during his lifetime. You can […]
It’s difficult to think about fly fishing for carp and not let an overwhelming sense of nihilism creep in. Chances are it already did and that’s how you got here. What switch in a fisherman’s brain trips that pushes them to go after carp? It’s not for the sheer enjoyment of catching fish; otherwise, they’d […]
*This entry is a small departure from regular Alaska-based material. A detour, if you will. You can expect more of these moving forward as I’d like for this space to become more about fishing stories from everywhere instead of just from trips to Alaska.* Any place will be associated with the people that inhabit it. […]
*This entry is a small departure from regular Alaska-based material. A detour, if you will* There’s a fine mixture of context that can explain why someone would want to trudge out into near-freezing temperatures to try and catch a fish. Granted, if there was access to coldwater fish like trout then that’s a different story. […]
Around the time I was 15 or so George decided to teach me to fly fish. A few years earlier I killed my first deer with him (I still have a hunter’s orange ball cap that reads “I Killed My First Deer With George P. Mann”) and caught fish in the ponds on their property […]
I’m no expert when it comes to Southeast Alaska and all that it has to offer. We took a couple of trips there with George and they were indeed life-changing experiences, but there’s still so much about the area and what it has to offer to fly fishermen then what I’ve experienced. Still, that’s not […]
It’s come to my attention that all of the posts pertaining to Tales from East Yahtam are untitled and fairly incoherent as far as any narrative or story arch is concerned. In short, I just started telling random stories as a photograph or memory would prompt me to and I understand how any new — […]
We had one native that visited us continually while in East Yahtam. Whenever dad would finish cleaning the fish for the day he would place the remnants on the rocks of the hightide-creek in front of the camp, and during dinner, we would receive a visit from a big male black bear. “We’ve named him […]
During our first trip, we unpacked all of our gear and prepared our rods for the next day. A friend of ours had insisted we bring along two of his top of the line rigs for our fishing trip. These were Orvis outfits that came in “fancy” rod tubes. I wasn’t as savvy back then […]
Coming down the trail down to the water was one of the most surreal fishing experiences I’ve ever been a part of. Once we reached the water Dad and I walked upstream to cross over the pool so that my brother-in-law, Dale, and George could fish the bank we walked in on. As we set […]
Tales from East Yahtam 