Many rivers, resources, and regions boast that most anglers are over the age of 65.
Not true on the Missouri River.
Cats like these two frequent Headhunters on their way to the river.
Via the web, the blog, the Twitter, the facebook, the Instagram, and inside the small yet welcoming confines of Headhunters Fly Shop on the Eastside downtown Craig we love the youth in fly fishing.
If you do not have youth, you do not have perpetual longevity of sport.
We subscribe to the younger generation without forgetting about our peers in this all ages game.
Some say the younger set does not understand or respect the fishing tradition.
Oh, they do. They just want to create their own history. Build on the past and move toward the future.
Fishing is so much fun because everyone has license to do it how they want.
And that includes flat brims, DFO’s, late nights followed by early mornings, staunchy ‘ol stinky flyfishing curmudgeons, eagerness to learn, and time integrated into everyday for checking out birds, bobber flingers, bugs, texting, and laughter.
What drives me to this blog today is the two fellers up top.
Wolf Creek Bridge, 618am, Saturday, 26 June 2015.
Tying dries for the morning sesh.
Alive and well on the Missouri.
Trout Bums.
Come one come all.
We got free coffee in the morning fella’s when you have a late one at Joe’s.
See you @ 0600 downtown Craig.
