Saturday, October 31, 2009

Good times

Ok, it's not exactly a trophy shot

On the fishing front ... well, it's a little slow and more than a little frustrating. Area lakes are full due to the recent (and frequent) rains and the tailraces are flowing fast and deep. The fall is normally my favorite time to be on the water, but 2009 isn't turning out to be what I had hoped for or expected.

I've tried to flee to other, more promising waters, but Mother Nature has nixed those plans as well. Two Gulf of Mexico tuna-fishing trips in the past two weeks have been canceled due to high winds and even higher waves. Later this week, a few buddies and I are supposed to head to Heber Springs, Ark., for a few days of fishing on the Little Red River. As luck would have it, the monsoon season in the Natural State has been worse than in Tennessee, and Heber received an additional eight inches of rain on Thursday and Friday, swelling the river to a chocolate mess and probably necessitating a full season of heavy generation from the Greers Ferry dam.

It's at times like these that I need to reflect back on better fishing times -- some of which occurred as recently as a couple of months ago. For your enjoyment (and for my sanity), here's a photo essay of some of my good days on the water in the past year.

Orvis-endorsed photo

Betsy caught this Little Red Bow after a perfect drift

My wife -- fly-fishing babe

Little Red River Bow

Caught ...

... and released

Home Water -- The Caney Fork River

Stones River longeared sunfish -- the prettiest fish in Tennessee

Largemouth caught on a beat-up popper

More fun with the Sea-Life camera

Betsy's big brown ... makin' me jealous

Ugly pose with an ugly fish

Tailwater striper

Monday, October 26, 2009

Big Trout - Big Painting

In late July, my good friend Anthony headed west to ply the legendary waters of western Montana. On July 31, he fished the Missouri River and caught his largest rainbow trout ever -- a very fat (and reportedly angry) 24-inch-plus fish. Anthony fooled the big fish on a small nymph and after landing it and taking several photos, he dutifully released the female 'bow.

Upon his return to working life and to fishing southeastern tailraces which are completely devoid of grizzly bears, Anthony contacted me about possibly commissioning me to paint a portrait of his trophy catch. After a few conversations about how he wanted it done, I gladly took on the project and produced the following painting:

I delivered the portrait to Anthony last week, and he's in the process of having the painting framed. Thankfully, he was thrilled with the work, and I can only presume that the portrait of his trophy rainbow will hang prominently somewhere in his home (if Anthony's smart, he'll first seek judgment and counsel from his wife as to finding that perfect spot on the wall) so that he can both frequently view it ... and use it as a conversation piece. We all love our fish stories, and what better way to start one than to point at the fish and say, "Hey, let me tell you about the time I caught that."

I really like painting these types of "catch and release" portraits. I consider it an honor to take them on and spend a great deal of time making sure I not only capture the character of the fish, but also position it in a way that pays tribute to both it and the angler.

If you're interested in a commissioned painting of your trophy catch, please give me a shout. I'd love to help you out.

Saturday, September 26, 2009


I woke last night to the sound of thunder.

And, it's still raining. While it's difficult to keep perspective on this, I do have to remind myself that we've basically been in a drought for the past three years. God's just decided to mount a late-inning rally in order to catch up. Bring it on, I guess.

According to the Weather Channel Girl (with her perfect weather curl), things should start to dry up tomorrow. Which is good, because if it doesn't, we'll soon be completely surrounded by monster toadstools.

As mentioned in the last post, the cancellation of the Greenway Arts Festival postponed my attempts to share with you my newest painting, entitled Seventeen. And, as promised in that same post, I'm sharing it now with you.

Seventeen is a 11 x 15 watercolor painting on Arches 140-pound paper. The painting features 17 brook trout in various spawning colors. The trout portrayed represent the eastern strain of the brookies, the Appalachian variety and one of their monster cousins from Labrador. I had a lot of fun with the color on this one, and while the details were numerous, the resulting work is one of my brightest-colored paintings yet. I hope you enjoy it.

The original painting is for sale for $1100 and I'm in the process of having limited-edition giclee prints made of it as well. The prints will be part of a series of only 100, with each being signed and numbered by me. If you're interested in purchasing the original or one of the prints, please contact me at

I'm also working on a commissioned painting for a good friend of mine. Anthony caught a really nice rainbow trout during a recent trip to Montana. The fish -- which measured 24 inches long and a gloriously fat 5-inches in width -- made such an impact on Anthony that he asked me to paint it for him. These "catch and release" paintings are always fun for me to do, and if you're ever interested in having me paint one for you, please let me know.

Well, the rain's just stopped. If it dries up a little, I'll get outside and try to mow my mushrooms. There's a lot to do right now ... especially with autumn closing in.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Thinking 'bout building an ark

Over the past few days, Rutherford County has been pounded with rain -- so much so that the Stones River rose nearly 20 feet on Thursday evening. We've had more rain today and are scheduled to continue getting wet weather for the next few days. At various points yesterday, Murfreesboro's greenway system was completely submerged by the overflowing Stones -- including the section near the Thompson Lane trailhead, which was the intended site of the Greenway Arts Festival.

Sadly and reluctantly, the Festival's organizers decided that the only course of action was to cancel tomorrow's event. The ground has been completely saturated with rain, turning it to mush. And, even though the river has receded from its flood levels, it is prone to rise quickly with additional rainfall. Ultimately, the organizers made the right call.

There are no plans to reschedule.

I'm disappointed, but certainly understand the reasons behind the cancellation. While I won't get to reveal my newest painting (Seventeen) to the public in the way I had intended, I will post a copy of it here in the coming days.

This afternoon, a heavy thunderstorm dropped an additional inch of rain on Murfreesboro. As the storm moved on, the sun came out and the conditions became perfect for a rainbow. Well, we got one. Then another one. Double bows. Nice.

While I was snapping a few pictures of the rare site, one of the many hummingbirds who frequent our backyard perched on a branch from a crepe myrtle and took in the multi-colored glow. In between raindrops, I got a cool shot of the inquisitive female.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Greenway Arts Festival this Saturday!

On Saturday, Sept. 19, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m., I'll participate in the 5th annual Greenway Arts Festival in Murfreesboro, Tenn. This cool little one-day event takes place on the Murfreesboro Greenway, located on the banks of the historic Stones River, near the trailhead at Thompson Lane.

Over 60 artists, crafts-people and musicians are scheduled to participate in the event, which normally draws a really good crowd of interested people … as well as a large contingent of those who happened upon the festival while exercising on the Greenway.

As in past years, I plan on showcasing many of my limited-edition giclee prints, but I’ll also have a variety of original paintings – including several which have never been seen by anyone other than me and Betsy.

I’ll also reveal for the first time my latest painting, entitled “Seventeen.” This intensely-colored portrait of 17 brook trout of various sizes, shapes and strains was several months in the making, as the detailed work required many, many hours of pure painting fun. I’m proud of the finished work, and look forward to seeing what everyone else thinks about it.

Please come by my booth – I’ve reserved two spaces this year – and say hi. I’d love to see you!

I’m also very hard at work on redesigning my Web site. Hopefully, I can put down the paint brush – and the fly-rod – long enough in the coming days to finally get it done.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Check out the Pulse

Jeez ... you set up a blog to communicate ... and I haven't been communicating at all. Sorry for the long wait between posts, but I have excuses.

I've been painting quite a bit, and as my friend-and-fellow-artist Alan Folger likes to say, "I've been doing some research." A lot of research, actually. The unseasonably-cool summer has been filled with fishing exploits -- some good, some not-so-good -- and I've probably spent more time on the water than I have in front of my watercolor palette.

The research has been productive however, as the fishing has inspired some new artwork, including a two-months-in-the-making brook trout painting that involves 17 fish in a 12 x 16 piece of work. The detail was considerable, but the small strokes and constant brush-cleaning were worth the tedious effort. I'm very happy with the painting and plan to reveal it soon ... most probably, at the upcoming Greenway Arts Festival in Murfreesboro, Tenn.

This festival is a one-day deal and it's one of my favorite events in which to participate. For one, it's a very relaxed, informal festival, set on the banks of the historic Stones River in the heart of the Civil War town of Murfreesboro. Secondly, it's held in my hometown, just a few miles from my house. The event is scheduled for Saturday, Sept. 19, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. at the Thompson Lane Trailhead on the city's fantastic greenway system. This year, I'm planning on showcasing -- and hopefully selling -- more original artwork than I've shown in the past. The limited-edition giclee prints will certainly be offered as well, but I've got some new original pieces that only Betsy and myself have seen. Please stop on by, visit my tent and the tents of the other artists and crafts people in attendance and make the most of this unique festival.

Recently, I was pleasantly surprised to be contacted by the Murfreesboro Pulse newspaper to be the subject of a feature article. Bill Swart, the author of the piece, did a really nice job with the article, titled The Art of Fishing (hey!). He even mentioned my truck, which instantly rocketed the article to my favorite of all time (I love my truck, almost as much as I love my wife, who Bill also mentioned ... but second in the series behind the truck). I'm very thankful for the opportunity to be featured by the Pulse, and I'm also happy to get to know Bill, who is beginning what is hopefully a long and successful career in journalism.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009 is the most-visited fly-fishing Web site in the world. It's officially described as an independent provider of fly fishing news, literature and advice ... developed by "experienced anglers and guides who enjoy helping others learn." Less officially, it's a really cool site ... and kind of like a "one-stop shop" for everything involving fly-fishing on the Web.

Editor and publisher Marshall Cutchin contacted me a couple of months ago to be the featured artist on his wonderful site. He had discovered me and my artwork as a result of an e-mail interaction with my good friend and fly-fishing guide, David Perry. I was blown away by the offer, as I've frequented Marshall's site over the past couple of years. After a few e-mail conversations over the last few weeks, the deal finally came to fruition and I'm now in some pretty exclusive company on the site.

If you get a chance, please take a good, long look at ... if you haven't been reading it already. My painting, Bonefish, is proudly (well, at least I'm proud of it) on the homepage. Heck, take a good, long look at it too ... and maybe even think about purchasing a limited-edition giclee print of it for a nice Father's Day gift ... and please tour the site, taking in the tips and tales from some of the best fly-fishing minds on the planet. And, tell your friends.

Speaking of Father's Day, we're just a few short weeks away from the big event. If you're interested in getting something special for the guy who seemingly has everything he needs and is impossible to buy for, you may want to think about a fish print. can set you up with a variety of my limited-edition prints, and if they don't have the painting you're looking for, please contact me directly. You can also contact The Art House in Murfreesboro (615-867-2780) to ask James or Will about the original paintings and limited-edition prints I have for sale in their gallery.

As always, thanks for the interest in my artwork. And, tight lines everybody.

Monday, May 18, 2009

New friends at Troutfest 2009

Despite an iffy weekend in terms of weather (hot and muggy on Saturday, rainy and cold on Sunday), the 2009 Troutfest fly-fishing exposition proved to be a big success. Featuring a blend of fly-fishing legends (Lefty Kreh, Joe Humphries, Bob Clouser, David Perry), wannabe legends and those just interested in the sport itself, the festival was an impressive conglomeration of some of the most friendly, genuine people we've ever met.

My wife, Betsy, was along for the trip, and we worked diligently in doggedly humid conditions on Saturday morning in order to set up my booth. We were one of 10 vendors -- artists, crafts people, fly-tiers and guide services -- under the big tent on the front lawn of the Townsend (Tenn.) Visitor Center. Nearby, over a dozen individual tents housed other artists, bamboo-rod builders, outfitters and outdoor-clothing dealers.

We were very fortunate to be positioned among some extremely talented and equally friendly people under the big tent. Our next-door neighbors, Alan and Shirley Folger, were our BFFs for the event, as we traded stories, advice, snacks, hay (more on that later) and coffee. Alan is a very-talented artist, who is as hopelessly addicted to fishing and fish art as I am. His preferred medium is colored pencil, which provided a nice contrast -- and complement -- to my artwork ... and vice versa. As a result, we both enjoyed a successful event, despite a Sunday that was pretty much washed-out by the remnants of a mid-May cold front (blackberry

In fact, when we arrived on Sunday, a Saturday night downpour had turned our tent into a swampy mess. But, thanks to a little help from Alan and Shirley and Ila and Delaney Perry (and Betsy's work in tracking down some Troutfest volunteers), we covered the near-ankle-deep muck with several bales of hay. While that resulted in a certain barn-like feel (and smell) to the tent, it was much better than the alternative.

I met so many great people, including some fantastic new customers, over the two days in Townsend. Michael and Justin, who were our other next-door neighbors, were enjoying their first event of this sort, showcasing Michael's acrylic trout-themed artwork and Justin's pen-and-ink renderings of trophy brown trout. Justin is also an accomplished taxidermist ... and someone I'll reference to some of my duck-hunting buddies (who, judging from the decor of their homes, "shoot to stuff").

I also had a great time getting to know Nathan, Amy, Ian, Charity, Randy, Nes, MJ, Carol, Doug and the rest of the vendors situated nearby. Everyone was very dedicated to their craft -- and all were uniquely talented. I was honored to be among them.
My good friend and fly-fishing guide, David Perry of Southeastern Fly, and his family were also in attendance, with David providing three hours of fly-tying demonstrations in the fly-tying tent. I'm sure he gained a few friends -- and probably several clients -- thanks to his accommodating style and extreme knowledge of the sport.

The festival-coordinators -- especially Byron from Little River Outfitters, Joe and Dan -- did an amazing job juggling the challenges presented by the weather and the crowds.
Troutfest 2009 was a big success, and it's something I'm looking forward to returning to in 2010. With the event finished and Betsy and I exhausted, we're going to enjoy a couple of days in the mountains ... and maybe get out and fish a little too.

Tight lines everyone.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Troutfest 2009

On Saturday and Sunday, May 16 and 17, I'll be in Townsend, Tenn., participating in Troutfest 2009. This annual fly-fishing exposition and fundraiser draws thousands to the tiny little town tucked into Tuckaleechee Cove in the Smoky Mountains. This year's event will feature fishing legends Lefty Kreh, Bob Clouser and Joe Humphrey.

Sponsored by Little River Outfitters, Troutfest 2009 promises to be a lot of fun. If you're like me and heading to the mountains this weekend, please stop by my booth in the vendor tent and check out some of my new artwork. I'll be there, offering original paintings and limited-edition giclee prints for sale.

I look forward to seeing you there!

Fly fishing warm-water streams in Middle Tennessee

A couple of weeks ago, I was asked by a good friend of mine to speak to a fly-fishing group he started here in Murfreesboro. The topic was "Fly fishing warm-water streams in Middle Tennessee." While I'm certainly no expert, I've spent my share of time getting wet in the creeks and rivers near my home ... often trying to fool fish with the long rod. The following, rather long post is the basic text of what I presented last night. Hope you enjoy.

While Middle Tennessee presents several very good and relatively-convenient cold-water fisheries, the search for trout – at least for the wading angler – can be adversely impacted by aggressive generation schedules (most of the best trout rivers are tailwaters), heavy rains, fluctuating temperatures, limited walk-in access … and in many cases, oppressive crowds.

But, just outside your door, probably just minutes from the house are a plethora of warm-water fishing opportunities. Middle Tennessee is crowded with streams that, in many cases, are relatively un-fished, un-bothered and teeming with fish willing to bite … and fight.

The area of the state that stretches from the Tennessee River in the west to the eastern range of the Cumberland Plateau is home to the best smallmouth fishing in the world. Additionally, you can find spotted and largemouth bass, assorted panfish, seasonal runs of stripe and striped bass and the year-round presence of carp. All of these are excellent quarry for fly-fishers … so what are you waiting for. Grab a 6-wt, some cheap poppers and that beat-up clouser and hit the streams!


Its description is legendary: pound for pound, the gamest fish that swims. To most stream anglers, smallmouth bass are at the top of the list when it comes to gamefish. It’s an accommodating biter and an extremely hard fighter. Its broad tail allows for powerful runs, acrobatic jumps and a seemingly endless supply of energy.

Smallies prefer faster-moving, relatively cool, clear water. They are often found around or near structure, especially chunk rock (look for dinner-plate-size-or-larger stones), gravel and rock-bottomed sections of stream.

Its diet primarily consists of crawfish, creek minnows and assorted species of small fish, hellgrammites (Dobsonfly larvae), frogs, large bugs and terrestrials of all sorts.

Most of the fish you encounter in the area streams are in the 1- to 3-pound range, although even small streams can house some true trophies. But, a three-pound smallie on a fly-rod is the something you’ll remember forever.

Fly Gear

· 8 ½- to 9-foot, 5 to 8 wt rods are appropriate, with a relatively-stiff or fast-action 6-wt being the all-around favorite.

· The rod needs to have enough backbone to cast larger-than-average flies. There’s not much daintiness to smallmouth fishing. You’re targeting a pretty pugnacious adversary. It’s best to come armed and ready.

· For most of the area streams, a floating line will work in a variety of situations. In winter and early spring, a sinking or sink-tip line can be employed, although it’s not always necessary.

· Typically, smallmouth are not leader shy, so save your 12-foot 6x fluorocarbon leaders for East Tennessee brook trout. I like to keep it simple … a 7-foot leader (or even shorter) in the 0X to 3X range works fine. Or, you could always go with an 18-to-24-inch section of 12 pound test tied to an 18-to-24-inch section of 8-pound line. This simple leader works best when using larger poppers that tend to “hang up” in the wind on the forward cast.

· When using sinking line, you won’t need much leader at all. Again, simple is better. The fish won’t care.

· Any reel will do. While smallmouth can crank out a brief run or two, they’re not known for going into your backing. Most of the fight will take place right in front of you.

Flies to use

· Poppers – foam, deer-hair, cork and balsa-wood. The key is to make sure the popper has a good-sized hook. Many topwater flies – especially those that target panfish -- offer hooks that are just not wide enough to accommodate a smallmouth’s deceptively large and bony maw. While deer-hair poppers are usually works of art and often the product of hours of practice at the vice, cheap balsa poppers have always out-performed them for me. White rubber legs on the sides tend to solicit more action, for whatever reason. Pencil poppers – including smaller crease flies traditionally used for saltwater species – also work very well. But, try whatever you like. Once you get on a topwater bite for smallies, you won’t want to fish any other fly.

· Sliders

· Wiggle minnows

· Clouser minnows (No. 2 through 8)

· Crawfish patterns

· Woolly buggers

· Hellgrammite patterns

· Various terrestrials, including hoppers

· Muddler minnows

Where to fish

In middle Tennessee, there are plenty of smallmouth streams. Most of the rivers and creeks that feed the area lakes (J. Percy Priest, Center Hill, Tim’s Ford, Old Hickory, etc.) have smallies swimming in them … and some of the smaller streams that flow into those rivers and creeks are even more plentiful with our favorite fish.

Your best bet is to explore. Buy a Tennessee Gazetteer, and look for creeks and streams … especially those which are a little off the beaten path. Typically, they don’t receive as much pressure, which can certainly work in your favor. You may need to seek permission from landowners to fish many of these, but normally, a polite inquiry will gain you access. If you do get access, make sure you pick up some trash and try to leave the stream in better shape than it was when you got there.

Knowing how to read a stream will really come in handy when fishing for smallmouth. While they tend to claim and stick to a territory, they will move to various places within that territory during the change of seasons. To assist with this effort, we’ll break down smallmouth haunts accordingly.


Trips to the streams in the spring can be epic … or a complete waste of time. Weather and water levels are often the biggest issues. If the water levels are conducive to wading and floating, try to focus on typical feeding areas such as above and below riffles, in eddies and around obstructions.

The water is usually pretty clear and fish can be spooky. However, many pre-spawn fish are quick to feed … so aggressive presentations can work. Wiggle minnows fished down-and-across the current can result in powerful hookups. Also, be on the look-out for feeding fish. If you see fish chasing minnows, cast a slider, popper or wiggle minnow to the swirl.

This is also a good time to fish crawfish imitations. Fish them shallow or deep, bouncing them across the bottom.

Despite the need to feed, spring smallies can be very finicky. And, once they get on beds, they can be very difficult to both find and to entice into biting. I just leave the bedding fish alone … and focus on other species.

A quick note on hook-sets: make sure you strip-set your flies on the take. Position your rod away from the pull of the fish, keep it very low to the water and aggressively pull on your fly line. This will imbed the hook deep into the bony mouth of the fish. Keep in mind, this is not a stocker trout on the other end of your line. You will not pull the hook. And you’ll be thankful for this action, because watching a five-pounder jump and spit your fly back at you is a demoralizing thing.


When June and July roll around, your best bets are to fish riffles and faster moving runs, especially runs that feature sections of chunk rock bottom. Look for eddies and obstructions such as downed trees, root balls and large boulders. Like during the spring, be on the watch for feeding fish – specifically, fleeing minnows, large swirls and subtle wakes.

Summer is time for poppers and sliders, as top-water fishing really gets going when it gets warm. When fishing a popper, look for eddies and slack water adjacent to faster moving riffles or runs. Also, an accurate cast to an area directly behind an obstruction like a large rock or downed tree can result in a violent take.

Large fish will also hold deep. In my experience, these fish are difficult to get to bite. It’s almost as if they’re resting and waiting for their next trip to the feeding zone. But, smallmouth are opportunistic, so if you have they patience, try bottom-crawling a large woolly or crawfish imitation. Fish it slow. This is much like winter fishing.

In the summer, it’s best to be on the water either early or late. Mid-day – especially during sunny days – does not consistently produce. However, rainy days can be outstanding … just watch for lightning. If you see it, get the heck out of the water and take cover.


Until the weather really cools off, the fall can be very much like the summer. However, the feeding period seems to actual increase during the fall as the mid-day heat decreases substantially. Fish are also looking to fatten up for the winter, meaning they’re prone to stay very near their traditional feeding zones. Like the summer, concentrate your time on riffles, eddies and runs featuring chunk rock. Top water will continue to produce late into the fall months.


Fish, and especially smallmouth, get very sluggish in colder months. They can be caught, but it takes patience and a willingness to fish for a long time with very few bites. However, the fish I catch in the winter are almost always the biggest fish of the year.

Fish deeper holes, bottom-crawling large streamers and crawfish patterns. During winter, smallies will feed if a protein-rich food presents itself … they’re just not going go far to get it.

Winter smallmouth fishing is not for everybody. You certainly can catch more fish this time of year by hitting a nearby tailwater and trying for trout. If you’re into that kind of thing …

Other species

Smallmouth are at the top of my list when it comes to stream fishing, but there are many other species to target. Almost all of these are willing takers to fly-fishing presentations. We’ll go quickly through the list.

Largemouth Bass – the smallmouth bass’ bigger cousin is found in almost all of the waters around middle Tennessee. Unlike smallies, they prefer slower-moving stretches of streams and especially backwater sloughs. They do not like to roam far for their food, preferring to ambush it from cover.

They’re America’s favorite sportfish for a reason, though. They’re aggressive and they fight hard. While they won’t put up as dogged a fight as the smallies, they make up for it with powerful leaping ability, violent head-shaking and the propensity to dive for stumps, tree limbs and other structure in order to break the line. As a result, they are a challenge.

In streams around here, you’ll find them up to five pounds or better, although the majority of fish are in the 1-2 pound range. Top-water poppers are your best bet to entice a big largemouth, especially versions that resemble frogs. Clousers and wiggle minnows (a slowly-tugged minnow which barely wobbles in the water can get absolutely killed by an opportunistic largemouth) are also great options. Again, make sure your hook is plenty big, with a substantial gap and a sharp hook. These fish are aptly named.

Spotted bassAlso called Kentucky bass, spots are prolific denizens of middle Tennessee’s water ways. While they tend to be much smaller than their two black bass brothers, they are aggressive feeders and can put up a tremendous fight on a fly-rod. The same flies used for smallmouth will work for spots.

They prefer the same water as smallmouth, and are most often found near broken-rock bottom. If you’re wading through a run and you encounter a sudden patch of chunk rock, I can almost guarantee you that there will be several spotted bass nearby.

White bass, Hybrids and Striped BassDuring the spring, all three of these species make their way up the tributaries of the lakes that contain them. Once the dogwoods bloom, the water warms to 55 degrees, and the fish make their annual run up the feeder creeks. They can travel in huge numbers, and while the majority of the fish are smaller ones, there’s always the chance of running into some true giants.

I like to target these fish with a 6- or 7-wt rod, a 12 lb leader and a handful of wiggle minnows and clouser minnows. Depending on current and water depth, sink-tip or sinking lines can be employed, but floating lines will work fine in most situations. Cast perpendicular to the current, and then mend downstream to put a bow in the line. The current will pull your fly under and down. Then, retrieve steadily, allowing the fly to swim across the current. Most strikes will occur when the fly line begins to straighten and the fly rises in the water column. Hang on. In current, a 5 pound hybrid will feel like it weighs 20.

Panfish – The area rivers are loaded with panfish of all types, including bluegill, red-breasted sunfish, shellcrackers, pumpkinseeds, long-eared sunfish and rock bass. In the summer, a 5-wt and a few poppers will give you all the topwater fun you can have with these colorful little fish. Most of the fish will be small (you’ll be amazed how small sometimes), but what they lack in size, they make up for in spunkiness … and, in many cases, beauty. I challenge you to find a more beautiful fish than a spawning longeared sunfish.

Dedicated panfish fly-fishers will also tie droppers on their top-water offerings, giving a subsurface bonus fly a chance to dangle in front of larger fish. Nymphs of various sizes will work.

Carp – These are the most maligned fish in our waters … but the toughest to catch and one of the biggest brawlers you’ll encounter. Fishing for them can be extremely frustrating, as it takes a combination of luck, skill and good fortune to even present a fly to a carp.

In spring and early summer, carp are on the move and most are feeding. The key to fishing for them is to see them before they see you. This is as close to stalking bonefish as you’ll come to in middle Tennessee. The best way to approach them is by boat. Wading for them will normally only work if you spot “tailing fish,” meaning the carp have buried their noses in the bottom while their tails stick out of the water like flags. Regardless, carp will betray their feeding by creating large plumes of silt in the water as they probe the bottom for food.

Once you’ve spotted a school of carp, find the lead fish, and cast several feet in front of it. Do not let your line cross their backs, as it will almost assuredly spook them. When the lead fish moves toward your fly, move it slightly. If the carp is hungry, it will visibly take the offering. Set the hook quickly, and then move your hand away from your reel handle. You’re about to see that orange stuff you tied on before you put your fly-line on about three years ago.

Carp take a very long time to tire and due to their soft, rubbery mouths, you have to be careful not to put too much pressure on them. This is great experience for what it takes to land big fish. You’ll have to employ all of your skills to keep the fish from wrapping your line around obstructions.

Catch and release

Please practice catch and release. Most of these streams are small, and the bigger fish that inhabit them are often many years old and possessing the genes needed to produce a steady supply of larger bass. Take a photo of your big fish and let her swim back to her home to one day make more big fish.

If you want to keep any fish, rock bass (red eye) are known to be as good if not better than bluegill to eat. And, there are plenty of them in the same places as the smallies.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Fresh from the studio

While a majority of my fall and winter has been spent working on some commissioned paintings, I have cranked out a few new works with which I'm pleased. Here are a couple, both of which began as sketches on my fall vacation to the beach (hence the saltwater theme). The fun thing with these paintings is the ability to work with a wide variety of color while still staying fairly true to the fish. Both tarpon and tuna reflect as much of the spectrum as their inherently display, and depending on the way sunlight hits them, they can either stun you with blasts of metallic silver or flatter you with a cornucopia of purples, emerald greens and golds.
Both of these paintings are roughly 18 x 24 inches, painted on 140 lb Arches watercolor paper.
Hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Fate and the Flyers

In a past life, I was a decent athlete. In high school in Memphis, I played football, hoops and baseball and was fortunate enough to play on some pretty darn good teams. My senior year, we were a top four football team, we won the state title in basketball and finished as the runners-up in the state baseball tournament. But, when choosing a college to attend, I realized that I really needed to focus on only one sport if I hoped to continue some sort of athletic career.

As a 6'1" small forward who couldn't shoot, I knew my basketball days were over and I never really developed a strong baseball career. Obviously, if I were to continue playing, it would be on the gridiron.

My high school team didn't throw the ball a great deal, making my marketability as a quarterback pretty limited. But, I was steadfast in my determination to play the position somewhere. And, as a realization that my football career would most probably not result in an NFL stint and multiple millions in signing bonuses, I began searching for a school that offered a great education and could afford me the chance to prolong my time in the huddle.

While attending my younger brother's eighth-grade football game, I was engaged in conversation by the father of one of my brother's teammates. Mr. Kelly was a shaggy-haired, bearded, earthy type who used to occasionally drive his kids to school in his beat-up VW bug. He was also an artist, and not the sort of guy you'd automatically choose to receive advice on where to play football in college. But, Mr. Kelly (J.D., as he preferred) suggested that I send a highlight tape and an application to the University of Dayton.

Being born and raised in Memphis, and growing up in the midst of SEC football and Memphis State athletics, Ohio -- even southern Ohio -- was not on my prospective list of places to go to college. But, J.D. painted a vivid picture of the little, urban, Marianist university, and soon thereafter, I packaged up a VHS tape of a couple of high school games and sent it to the UD Flyers' football coaches.

Within a few days, I received a phone call from Coach Chamberlin. Coach C was the defensive coordinator for UD, seemed like a good guy and, more importantly to me, seemed very interested in me becoming a Flyer. His enthusiasm and passion were contagious, and I soon found myself contacting a good friend -- named Carl -- who lived in the Cincinnati area to see if he'd allow me to spend the night at his house while I was up in Ohio for the recruiting visit. Carl told me he was being recruited by UD and planned on visiting the University on the same weekend. Suddenly, it seemed like fate.

Carl and I visited the University, met with the Flyers' head coach, Mike Kelly, and instantly fell in love with the gritty city, the comfortable campus and the prospective of suiting up for the UD football team. Where do I sign, Coach?

Three years later, I was the quarterback for the Flyers in the Division III Championship Game in the Amos Alonzo Stagg Bowl. We played the Dutchmen from Union College, a powerhouse offensive team from the northeast who also featured a punishing defense. The game ended up becoming a slugfest and points were hard to come by for both teams. Somehow, some way, we got the best of them, and I managed to flop into the end-zone on a couple of short runs to help us secure a 17-7 win and the national championship.

During my senior year in 1990, we savaged our regular-season opponents to a 10-0 record and a No. 1 seed in the D-III playoffs. After knocking off perennial powerhouse Augustana in the first round, my football career came to an unexpected end on a dreary day and a muddy field in Allegheny, Pa.

While I was crushed by the loss, I was thankful for the opportunity to play for Coach Kelly, to be surrounded by outstanding and extremely-talented teammates and to enjoy such incredible success on the field. In the four years at UD, our teams posted a total record of 44-6-1 and made the national playoffs each season. I quarterbacked the team to 25 wins and enjoyed every waking second of my time for the Flyers.

I also got a great education and to this day, I'm proud to be a Flyer. This past weekend, the University bestowed on me an unbelievable honor by inducting me into their Athletic Hall of Fame. I'm still overwhelmed by this and not sure I've fully digested what has happened. And, to think, all of this occurred as a result of a chance conversation with a skinny artist in Memphis. J.D. passed away soon after I left Memphis for Dayton, so I never really got to thank him for his wonderful advice. But, his nephew -- and my former head coach -- inducted me into the Hall this weekend, and told the same story I've just shared to those in attendance.

Fate led me to be a Flyer. And, I'm so grateful.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Off and running

Well … I survived the holidays. It took some effort, as a whirlwind end of 2008 culminated with a busy start to 2009. But, all in all, it was worth it, as I got to spend some very quality time with my family and friends.

Moving into 2009, there are few things of note I’d like to share. First up, my print shop – Chromatics Photo Imaging, located in downtown Nashville – selected me to a featured artist in their current art show in their upstairs gallery. The show is called “In the Biz,” and it’s dedicated to artists like me who hold down day-jobs in addition to their pursuit of their artistic careers. I’m one of 20 artists in the show, joining some extremely talented photographers, painters, book-makers and digital-graphic artists. In the Biz runs until April 16, so if you’re in downtown Nashville, please stop in and enjoy the artwork. Chromatics is located at 625 Fogg Street, and it’s open from 8:30 a.m. to 5 p.m., Monday through Friday.

The Little Red Fly Shop, located in Heber Springs, Ark., has been a big supporter of me and my artwork for several years. They’ve sold my prints and paintings from their full-service fly shop and have recently begun offering a limited number of giclĂ©e prints on their Web site. The Little Red River in Heber Springs is an absolutely great trout stream located in the midst of the southern Ozarks. The scenery is as incredible as the fishing, and if you head that way, please check in with Jed, Mark or Pam at the Fly Shop. They’re good people, and certainly know everything there is to know about the fishing and the area.

Through the holidays, I’ve been working on several commissioned paintings – and I’m getting ready to start one more. Commissioned works are always challenging, yet rewarding for me, and I’m thankful to have to the opportunity to pursue them. But, I’m also looking forward to working on some original paintings in the coming weeks. As I finish them, I’ll do my best to share them on the blog.

I hope everyone is off to a great start in 2009. Best of luck to you throughout the year!