Reely
Unbelievable Fly Fishing Guide Stories
About the Author
I owe this crazy fish passion of mine to my father. From an early age my dad had me on the water learning how to catch whatever creatures were swimming below us in the water. We always had rods in the car ready to go rigged with red and white bobbers, rainbow power bait, or black panther martins. See growing up in San Diego as a young kid there were not a lot of fly fishing options around. So my dad taught me how to catch fresh and saltwater fish using conventional casting rods. When I was twelve my dad said that we should try to be like “Brad Pitt” and check out some fly fishing. I was hooked from the very first moment of casting that hopper onto the bank and watching a cutthroat slowly rise from the depths to slurp in my fly. From that moment on I became a fly fisherman and I stored my red and white bobber in the back of some old Plano tackle box to start collecting years of dust.
UC Davis brought me to Northern California in 2001. I thought I had made a responsible decision, giving up the prestigious fly fishing of the Universities of Montana and Colorado for a serious college education at UCD. Ha! Little did I know that the location of UC Davis in Northern California is near some of the best wild trout and steelhead fishing in Northern California.
During my “B.S.” years, it seemed I spent just as much time studying trout and steelhead behavior on the rivers as I did in the classroom. And despite the unrelenting call of the fish, I managed to earn a degree in Business & Management and land a beautiful, passionate, fly-fishing wife. I guess you could say Northern Califoria’s been good to me. Then, in 2006, in pursuit of more fish and an ever higher education, my wife and I came to Chico, California. I worked part-time to earn a Masters degree in Business Administration while continuing to guide. We could not help falling in love with the town, so in 2009, we made it our permanent home. Since then God has given my wife and I two beautiful girls. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that one day they will fall in love with this sport as much as their father does. I need someone to take me steelhead fishing when I am in my older age!