A year passes and another begins as again the cycle repeats itself, leaving behind a mental Fresco of waters. A painting in vivid display that rolls along through the walls and caverns of your mind reflecting many things in which you already knew would hold a place, yet many in which no significance was felt at the time. It's a painting of value which is permanently bonded with your memories.

Popper-dropper rigs can be fished in many ways, depending on the conditions and the temperament of the fish. The first option is the pop-wait/pop-wait. The key here is to be patient between the pops to allow for the clouser to travel up and then drop. An easy key is to let the ripples from the pop fade out. Most hits on the clouser will come on the drop.

Snail (Animal Class: Gastropoda) is probably the most overlooked trout food for the majority of anglers. Whether on rivers, spring creeks, or lakes/ponds, snails are abundant and trout do feed on them. Especially on spring creeks, but you might say "Who cares?" Well, trout do.

I took another chance to get out on a pond. Not driving in to many of the ponds since we had too much rain. Many of the ponds looked like chocolate milk. So it was a walk in thing again.

Greenhill Park sits at the southern end of the city, is the place for games of soccer, baseball, softball, tennis, and cricket, and encompasses fields that would allow simultaneous activities for all of these activities. The park also hosts an elaborate Renaissance Faire complete with period costumed revelers, tents with flying banners, jousting and other medieval games.

When America declared war on Japan, Art Winnie responded with his symbol of patriotism … the 'Victory Fly', first created in late 1941, and shortly thereafter debuted in the Grand Rapids Press on February 7, 1942.

Art who was taught fly tying by his brother Bert, owned a barber shop in Traverse City, Michigan.  He became one of Michigan's famous tyers of early Michigan fly patterns, while Bert pursued his career as a renowned creator of fishing decoys.  Both Art and Bert had well established reputations in their respective careers among fishermen.    

This is not really a "fly fishing" video except all the angling scenes show people fly fishing in the various waters that are covered in the video. The producer, Josh Rickard, told me that he was trying to produce a video about the angling possibilities that are found in Rocky Mountain National Park.

In the previous article of the chronicles I began the discussion on the methods and patterns that I employ when fishing Lewis Lake and the Lewis Channel. I realize that the previous article was beginning to stretch into a small booklet and decided to continue the dialog in this section of the Chronicles.

As to fishing Lewis Lake there was one method which I failed to cover, and that is trolling with flies. Obviously to troll flies in a lake you need a floating craft of some sort, as for fly lines this would depend on the depth at which you wish to present the imitations. Now as far as I am concerned the most important or critical aspect of trolling is the speed at which the imitations are trolled.

Dan Catau is now retired and lives in Washington, Michigan.  He was a prolific professional tyer who was active during the 70s, 80s and 90s.  He has actually designed several extremely productive patterns over the years.  One of those flies, I bring you today.

A lone robin hoping around the patches of snow that still covered my lawn reminded me that nearly one year had passed since my father died. A flood of emotion swept over me as I remembered our last outing just months before he died.

My dad and I had always been very close. I was the middle child of a family of five, the only boy and perhaps that is why my dad and I had such a close relationship. That is not to say that my father did not love my sisters and they were always included in every activity, but dad and I had that unspoken closeness that can only exist between a father and son. My earliest memories are of my dad putting me on his shoulders and carrying me across a stream while he was fishing.