4th Annual Tenkara Summit September 27-28

The fourth annual Tenkara Summit will be held this year in Boulder, Colorado. The two-day event will be held at the Millenium Hotel on the banks of Boulder Creek and will include a variety of presentations, clinics and lots of tenkara anglers hitting the water in search of feisty trout.

Tenkara Summit 4

Clinics and talks at the summit will cover general tenkara topics, tenkara casting, fly tying and more. This year's Tenkara Summit will also feature a presentation by Dr. Hisao Ishigaki, who is widely recognized as the world's foremost authority on tenkara fishing.

Review: Redington Sonic Dry Pants

I hate waders. Well, no, that’s not exactly true. I hate wearing waders. Actually, I suspect that it’s most accurate to say that I hate having to wear waders.

You see, I cut my fly fishing teeth chasing North Carolina shoals largemouths – wet wading steamy Piedmont rivers with water temperatures in the 80s and air temps and humidity percentages way beyond that. Air so thick that you wish you had gills. All I needed, all I wanted, was a pair of light, quick drying pants to protect my legs during the bushwhack to the water and a pair of sturdy boots. Waders? You’ve got to be kidding.

Redington Sonic Dry Pants

But, as most fly fishermen do, I eventually expanded my fishing horizons, turning to the fairer species - those delicate rainbows, browns and brookies - and in the South that means tailwaters for a good portion of the year. And that means waders. But while the water coming from the bases of Fontana and Philpott and the mighty South Holston might be as cold as sweet iced tea, the air remains pig cooker hot. It doesn’t take long to get steamed like a Cajun crawdad.

There’s no wader funk like southern wader funk.

Night on the Bay

Ethan Kiburz has the tiger by the tail, and he knows it.

As he piloted two visiting trout bums across Tampa Bay on a recent sultry night, the young man -- just 23 years old -- explained that he’d been guiding on the bay for about a year and that he worked in a local fly shop part time, efforts to pad the bank account of a single fly fisherman with a passion for salty critters on the business end of an 8-weight.

Tampa Bay Night Fishing

“Married?” he responded to a poorly timed query, with an exasperated gas. “No. No way.”