Tailwater Tribe

Brutally hot today in Gulfport! Still have cold water on the brain. Looking forward to Labor Day weekend. Until then, I'll tie some hoppers and hope the action is still on when I get there...

O Good to get the cobwebs off the Native 12 and paddle today. Caught a couple flounder and two small croakers on a cotton candy clouser I tied myself. Rewa

O Kayaking on Bernard Bayou in Gulfport, Mississippi: My home town. Wanted to be hopper fishing today in AR, but I'll have to be satisfied with the salt.

Despite our inherent competitive nature, despite our pride, sometimes it's not about catching fish, it's about the adventure.  After all, the true purpose of fly fishing is not numbers, it's exploring new venues, embracing old ones, enjoying the process, living in the moment.  On the Tailwater Tribe Fly Fishing Tour, I've been swinging solo in some of the most remote, breathtaking trout rivers in America, flying by the seat of my pants, traveling from fly shop to fly shop garnering what information I could.  Gazetteers and river maps are my best friends as I move from access point to access point.  Today is no exception.  I must admit when I took Highway 84 out of Bozeman for a day of exploration on the Madison River, I had visions of wadable water and massive hatches of Salmonflies in the air.  Naiveity of geography and limited knowledge of this storied river were my enimies on this beautiful day.  But this naiveity led me down long, dusty gravel roads and into remote