Saturday, August 8, 2009 at 10:22PM 
Buddy Ben Paul and I decided to head up river for some bows. It was a good day.
AK West, kanektok, rainbow trout in Reports Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 12:00AM 
Pirate and Sierra appreciated the Coastal route in lieu of I-5 - dogs + beach = goodness.
Once Mrs. Bun and I hit the hills, gnarly climbs were replaced by moderate hikes with plenty leg lifting and sniffing.
Rear Admiral Beard spent time chillin with me on one of my favorite little lakes. This particular day delivered a damsel hatch of epic proportion - anything and everything I offered (including damsels) was ridiculed.
I did, however, sneak away for a day to get serious with Mr. Heron. When he's not busy helping make sure the Fly Fishing Film Tour runs like a well oiled machine, he's completely dialed into the water in and around Tahoe.
The Bun fam decided to have fun with the navigation system on the way home and explore a bit - finding this sign on the Bear Camp Coastal road in southern Oregon. Upon arrival at Gold Beach, OR, we came to find out it's the very same route that tragically delivered this nightmare a few years ago.
All in all in was a good trip with four thumbs and eight paws up. Good to be home to record setting Seattle heat.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009 at 12:00AM Just had lunch with one of the boys that heads up the annual Dillon trip we were invited to this year and confirmed the following - Stull's lens is worth a thousand words...
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beaverhead river, big hole river, dillon montana in Photos, Reports Wednesday, June 3, 2009 at 9:51AM 
It was hot, the fried chicken delicious, and the Rainier cold.
Last night Braughtinwood and I stole Apple's sled and took it to an old urban Seattle haunt. After ditching feathers for plastic, we had a 2 1/2 hour giggle session - most of which focused on my muffin top.
brownlining, smallmouth in Reports Friday, May 29, 2009 at 2:00AM ...kicked its ass!
Well, we sorta kicked its ass. You never truly kick his ass. In the end, if there was a scoreboard, Mr. Rooster would have one in the win column - par for the course on the Sea of Cortez. But when you walk away from the Moldy Chum Baja Field trip with everyone able to hoist their very own cocks, it's an accomplishment. One with mayhem, gut splitting laughter, and smiles across the board.
Jeff DeBrown's The Reel Baja rolled out the red carpet and delivered a second to none experience. And, with jedi presence of Justin Crump and Kate Taylor, the waters off the coast of Los Barilles were boiling with all kinds of en fuego-ness.
Rumor has it pen will ink the pages of one of our favorite industry rags soon, so we'll spare the literary dogs-breakfast. If pictures are worth a thousand words, then someone should have War and Peace on their hands with this shit...
We arrived at night to this scene. It was clear we were in a special place. Aaron Otto Photo.
With special friends. Aaron Otto Photo
Morning came fast and guess what? Still special.
DeBrown had us dialed on bugs. Aaron Otto Photo.
Crump had something up his sleeve as well with this sardina pattern.
When running down the man we found you gotta watch your step.
Sometimes it was best to chase them with four wheels - after a quick stop for cerveza. Aaron Otto Photo.
There was a lot of staring into the blue - searching.
But we eventually hooked up. Matt Jones Photo.
Matt Jones Photo.
...and brought some lbs. to hand. Aaron Otto Photo.
Same time, same place next year. If it's half as good as this year, we're in business. Jeff, Kate, and Justin really delivered a world class experience. Please visit Aaron Otto Photography and Matt Jones Photography for many more excellent pictures of this trip.
In the meantime, we still have space left on our Kanektok Field Trip - join us for another killer time.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 12:32PM We're back from the East Cape. Full report to follow - until then chew on this...
The 15 second mark of this video should make sense of the chaos experienced when a Rooster decides your sardina pattern is interesting.
It wasn't all swings and misses though - Cock was gripped.
As was Mr. Crevalle.
