by Brian Kozminski | Nov 11, 2013 | Angling Reports, Lifestyle, Trips & Guides, Uncategorized
The week was feverish with phone calls and e-mails dispersed across various social media outlets. I had a Saturday off from the restaurant and guide trips, it was also the first week in November and the forecast looked ‘fishy’. Wind gusts 20-30 mph, chance...
by Brian Kozminski | Oct 31, 2013 | Environment, Lifestyle, People & Interviews, Uncategorized
We meandered through a series of dirt roads and past a few farm houses in the rolling countryside, noticing the finite color on the determined oak trees as they held on to the near rust color leaves. The lake seems to be cradled by the surrounding blend of conifers...
by Brian Kozminski | Oct 24, 2013 | Gear & Equipment, News & Updates, Uncategorized
Understand, it is with great hesitation that I approach my prized cooler with a 5/64″ drill bit. Mrs Koz is in the background. “You are going to do WHAT?” Yes. Drill. Holes. In my YETI. Reluctant barely describes the inner turmoil the parts of the...
by Brian Kozminski | Oct 4, 2013 | Environment, Uncategorized
We are near the river, it is misty Saturday morning. I can smell the mix of an fresh pot of coffee and the distinct aroma of musty waders, I love this combination. After a rather large collection various motivated individuals, we are assigned various beats on the...
by Brian Kozminski | Sep 11, 2013 | Flies, Gear & Equipment, News & Updates, Uncategorized
Have you ever placed an order for flies for the upcoming season and later find out they are on backorder for the most coverted and/or treasured secret fly of your best water? On more than one occasion, my clients seem to donate more Hendrickson’s and Copper...
by Brian Kozminski | Aug 30, 2013 | Lifestyle, People & Interviews, Trips & Guides, Uncategorized
This post has been milling around in my head for some time, going back to the days we eagerly anticipated the major mayfly hatch and river levels swelled over the bank. The beginning of summer feels like a distant past, a blurred memory from my youth. Along the way, I...
