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West Michigan anglers win fly-tying titles
Chris Soule, Gerry Worden and Jim Reed have more than a little in common. Each loves fly-fishing and tying flies. Each is a member of the Grand River Fly Tyers, a two-year-old chapter of the national Federation of Fly Fishers. Most notable is that all three gained fame as world champion flytiers this summer. They won 39 of 96 medals given out at the first annual FFF International Fly Tyers competition. The event drew 156 competitors from countries such as Finland, Denmark, Canada, New Zealand and the Bahamas. "I was hoping I might get something, but I was not anticipating such a wonderful reaction from the judges who are my fly-tying heroes," said Christopher Soule, 36, of Grand Rapids. "Those guys are the best in the field.
Trout fishing in Missouri without a Ph.D
Though I am not an avid, or should I say a rabid trout nut, I do enjoy fishing for them and caught the bug when I was in high school. Myself and a couple of friends used to head out on a Friday or Saturday night for Roaring River down by Cassville on Highway 112. After running around in Cassville in the evening, we would finally get to Roaring River and all three of us would sleep in the cab of a 70-something Chevy pickup that one of my buddies owned. Somehow we were always ready by the time the horn blew at too-early-thirty in the morning. Sometimes we would have good luck and sometimes we didnt. We always had a great time though. Missouri has many trout parks spread throughout the state. All are beautiful and a great place to take the family for a daylong picnic or even a vacation.
Injured vets strong-arm the river
Bond - The trout rose and sipped a mayfly off the surface of the Colorado River. Joshua Williams caught the small disturbance on the water from the corner of his eye. Standing in a drift boat, he raised his fly rod and the trout rose again and gulped in the artificial fly on the end of the line. And suddenly, Williams was in trouble. He'd done this a hundred times before on the rivers and creeks around his home in Virginia, passionately throwing a fly at rising trout, holding the long rod in his right hand and gently stripping in the slack line with his left, a delicate two-handed operation. But on Friday, the baby-faced 22-year-old Army staff sergeant who spent a hellish year engaged in street combat in Iraq had a problem. He didn't have a right hand. The trout surged into the current.
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