The Last Excuse You don’t need an excuse to go fishing, of course, but I’ve relied on one at times to… byBill BarichAugust 1, 2019
The Evening Rise Not long ago, I read an article in a sporting journal about an Iowa dairy farmer who quit… byBill BarichJune 1, 2019
An Element of Surprise “To everything there is a season,” sayeth the Book of Ecclesiastes, a line Pete Seeger borrowed for his… byBill BarichApril 1, 2019
My Jock Scott I’ve always admired a beautifully tied fly, doubly so because I don’t tie them myself. Try as I… byBill BarichFebruary 1, 2019
Self-Help for Struggling Anglers Though I love the sport of fly fishing, I’d never brag about my technique. I’m always eager to… byBill BarichDecember 1, 2018
A September to Remember Whenever Labor Day rolls around, I think back over the many fine fly-fishing trips I’ve made in September.… byBill BarichOctober 1, 2018
Why I Fly Fish You’d be surprised how often I’m asked why I fly fish. It’s not that I hang out in… byBill BarichJune 1, 2018
Upper Owens Spring In my Marin County days, I often used to organize a spring fishing trip with my old friend,… byBill BarichApril 1, 2018
Those February Blues The poet T. S. Eliot thought April is the cruelest month, but I’d respectfully disagree when it comes… byBill BarichFebruary 1, 2018
An Angler’s Library The close of trout season always saddens me a little. No matter how much I’ve fished I still… byBill BarichDecember 1, 2017