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 […]
Late night fly tying is back. The only semblance of a recurring thread that this blog might ever know has returned, kinda. I haven’t stopped tying, or staying up all night. I just haven’t blogged about it recently. Don’t worry. You haven’t missed much. Fishing has been slow. I haven’t been out much, meaning I haven’t lost […]
Tales from East Yahtam 