Michael Gracie 

Low and behold, I’m spending my winter/spring transition in the salt. Captain James “Grand Poobah” Snyder (a.k.a. Commander-In-Chief, Primal Fly South), is my host. Before we begin I’ll note for the record that the ambiance down here is first-class through and through (or maybe GP and his sidekick Sissy “The Brains AND the Beauty” Sessanna [...]

I could pontificate about countdown, but the Carp Slam is less that 12 hours away. I’m presently sitting at Primal Fly headquarters, shooting the bull with the lovely Erin Sessanna and relishing in my luck, again. I don’t have full details of the pairings, but I do know this: I’m fishing with the one, the [...]

Plenty of people know I’ve entered the Teva Mountain Games Costa Del Mar 2 Fly X-treme fly fishing competition. Only one person knows I don’t stand a chance of making it past the first round. This is a good thing. From now until the games commence I can continue photoshopping fly gear and fish into [...]

Unbeknownst to even the nosiest of fly fishing blogger folk, some of the Colorado cadre have been hooking time with the Cali crew. This intrepid reporter caught a glimpse via his email inbox this morning… Primal Fly and The Urban Fly Flickr should have more details for the hungry masses in the next few days [...]

If you were wondering whether a pack of ‘turd dodgers’ can actually prepare some decent grub without disinfecting it with nitric acid first, look no further than the stove… Chow, before the animals move in Can they gather like normal human beings without hacking each other’s heads off like the barbarians they’ve been labeled as [...]

Dirty Duner… Wipe that hobo-dodging smirk off your face Taken on a Barr’s Emerger. And lived to tell about it. The horror.