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When asked what fly fishing means to me, I am often at a loss for words. I love to fly fish because I love the water, and I love the water because it is free, it is true, and it is honest.

When I glance at a mountain stream as the water caresses over each rock and cuts into each shoreline, it gives away its most prized possessions. I trust what the water tells me is there, waiting beneath the ripples on the surface. So as long as I do my part, as long as I judge the wind right and strip out enough line, my fly will land quietly on the surface of that pool, that eddy, or that weed line.

And I will have my reward.

So when people ask me why I love fly fishing, I think about the water. I think of all the lessons it has taught me over the years. And I know never to judge life by what you see on the surface. But most importantly I remember to always be free, always be true, and always be honest.

These images are my interpretation of truth, freedom and honesty and I hope that they will move, inspire and resonate with you just as they did me.

Thanks for taking a look.

Tight lines,


Belly River Black frame


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