Tailwater Tribe: A Trip Abbreviated: Every trip is a gift. The longer I live, the more I realize how precious each opportunity is. Each time I break down the fly rods and slide ...
Randy Berndt's Logo God has blessed me in so many ways. My beautiful wife, Laurie, allows me to fly-fish all over the country. Sometimes she accompanies me. But more often than not, due to a demanding work schedule, she is unable to go. I want to begin this post by thanking her for loving me enough to let me roam and scratch my itch whenever possible. My latest trip was a year removed from initial planning and originally was to be an extension of a two-week jaunt out west last summer with two of my closest friends, Randy and Jean Carr from Louisiana. We fished various trout rivers in Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho, and Montana and were scheduled to swing over to the UP (Upper Peninsula), or “upstate” Michigan to fish with another dear friend, Randy Berndt. ...
Nice U.P. brookie on a dry fly Randy Berndt: THE U.P. Fly Angler Behind the bar at Upchuck's: Just when you thought you had run out of uses for old chainsaws. IT WAS THE CHAINSAW behind the bar that struck my attention. Inside Upchuck’s Bar in Kenton, Michigan, the décor consisted of mounted deer heads, hockey posters, and dark wood paneling straight from the 1960’s. The chainsaw was a vintage two-man McColloch large enough to be repurposed as an apparel rack. Hanging from the yellow and silver beast were t-shirts and fleece jackets with the official Upchuck’s logo. My fishing partner Randy Berndt and I were taking a break from an early-morning bushwhacking hike to a remote stream where we had pounded brookies on dry flies and worked up a thirst and an appetite. We pulled into Kenton and bellied up to the bar for beers and burgers. As we waited on the bartender to take our order, Randy saw me staring at the McColloch. ...
Arose with the chickens on Sunday and called Frying Pan Anglers in Basalt, Colorado, to find out where they were. These guys are awesome, first-class all the way. They hooked me up with a Colorado license, flies, a neat cap and threw in a bumper sticker to boot. With the aid of a map, I was soon driving down Frying Pan Road looking for a place to start. While I was rigging up the Scott G2, a guide from Frying Pan Anglers, Cameron Cipponeri, found me and agreed to show me the lay of the land. Right off the bat we found a pod of tipping risers voraciously feeding on a midge hatch. They were stacked up in a deep seam like cord wood. I lost count of how many we caught, but I will say that my day was very rewarding. Cam even took me to a little spring creek (Taylor Creek) and we caught a few large bows on lime trudes. Kept waiting for the PMDs to explode but they never did. Cameron, you're the greatest. Props to Frying Pan Ang...
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