A diary of a beginner angler figuring out fly fishing one tree snag at a time.

Wolf Creek Dispatch

A summer weekend on Deer Creek

The rust-colored truss bridge over Deer Creek, framed by dense green forest
The rust-colored bridge that welcomes you to Deer Creek.

I keep alternating between fishing notoriously hard waters—three or four hours without seeing a fish, returning home thoroughly skunked—and seeking some form of cosmic revenge by terrorizing small trout that have never seen a fly in their life. After the latest therapy session at my local fly shop, the doctor's orders included a visit to Deer Creek…