Fear and Loathing On The Fly

We started our unreasonable journey to the Olympic Peninsula with a travel suitcase filled with flies, reels, leaders, and a dash of pharmaceutical help to keep the spirits high. My maniacal partner in criminal offense, the understood just as...

The sun was starting to inch over the horizon when we approached the transcendent stretch of the Brewster Flats. A sense of mad anticipation swirled through my gut as I acknowledged the huge lunar landscape of declining tidepools and...