Category Archives: Phil Rispin, Fly Fisher & Photographer

Grand Kids

Guest Blogger: Phil Rispin, fly fisher, photographer & more, find Phil’s photography here

When the first one came along I was in my 50’s and to my mind way too young to be called Grandpa so I insisted on the moniker “Papa” just as my father had years before when our first one was born. To my surprise and great joy being a grandpa turned out to be a really good gig and continues to be to this day. I dragged my family and their young families into my fly fishing adventures at Frontier Lodge near Nordegg Alberta and Blue Bronna Wilderness Camps in the southern Kananaskis. Both organizations graciously allowed me to bring everyone along while I taught and ran the Fly Fishing programs. more…

A 100 Trout Day

Guest Blogger: Phil Rispin, fly fisher, photographer & more, find Phil’s photography here

Cut Throats from Dutch Creek.

Cut Throats from Dutch Creek.

There is a psychologist out there whose ideas were popular in the 70’s when I was at University. His theories may still be popular but since I haven’t been to a Psychology lecture since about 1971 I wouldn’t know. Kohlberg was his name and he wrote a Doctoral dissertation in 1958 on the levels of moral development. He saw three basic levels of moral thought for each of us as individuals. The first two levels are experienced by most people and include the lowest level where as a kid anything that is unpleasant is bad or unfair and anything that is fun and feeds you in some positive way is good. The second level is one in which a person who has gone through his rebellious teenage years conforms to the societal norms and judges good and bad based upon what society says. The third and final level, requires some thought and is thereby difficult for many of us. This level involves a standard of right and wrong, good or bad that comes from a source beyond society or government. One might even consider perhaps a moral being who laid down the ground work of right and wrong at creation and is properly called God. Most folks don’t want to deal with that possibility so they like to hang around in moral level 2. more…

Fly Fishing Partners

Guest Blogger: Phil Rispin, fly fisher, photographer & more, find Phil’s photography here

My Dad’s hunting, fishing and drinking beer partner was Don, a shirt tail relative that had grown up with Dad south of Edmonton, Alberta. They had both gone to school together, left high school in grade 11 to go to war together, served in the Canadian Navy, and together they saw the worst that the U-Boats could do to men and equipment while they did their best doing their job to protect allied shipping in the North Atlantic. Both of them got married at about the same time, there were four sibs in our family and 3 children in Don’s. To say that Don and Dad had a close bond would be an understatement.

Our fishing and hunting trips would start on Friday evening around the kitchen table in our home where Don, Dad and some of their other old war buddies would drink beer, smoke cigarettes or pipes and talk. I may be wrong but I think this is the way WWII vets handled PTSD. During the evening’s conversation plans would be made for Saturday’s fishing or hunting trip and we the kids would be all ears, straining to hear whether or not the kids would be coming along. As we approached our teens the answer to that question was usually a yes and we would be inducted at least for a day or two into that exclusive group of men. more…