Category Archives: Phil Rispin, Fly Fisher & Photographer


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

You are showing your age if you remember the song by Carly Simon “Anticipation”. The lyrics begin with

“We can never know about the days to come but we think about them anyway”.

sceneThese words only give a small hint at the forethought that goes into a fly-fishing trip. For me, aside from studying hatch charts, tying flies, buying new gear that I think will be needed and perhaps going to the extent of building a new fly rod for the occasion, the day dreaming is the most fun. It gets bad enough that I am nearly useless to my employer for about 2 weeks prior to departure, but please don’t tell him. In my day dream I am standing in my favorite stream in Alberta casting to a rising Rainbow Trout that is about 18” long. The walls of the river valley are fairly steep on either side of the river, there is high Cirrus cloud in the blue sky, a cool breeze wafts down the valley and the water is incredibly cold making me shiver just a little in spite of waders and a fleece liner. I’ve put a #16 Adams on the end of a long 15’ leader and tippet; the casting is going well, no tailing loops and thus no wind knots. The water flowing around my knees is so clear you can see every detail on the pebbles at my feet and there is the sound of riffled water just behind me. I wonder if I should be carrying some kind of Bear protection because a sow with a couple of cubs was spotted in this area a week ago. I talked with a Fish and Wildlife officer this morning and they were concerned about fishermen……… wait a minute this is just a day dream. You see I can get carried away. It is often true that the anticipation and preparation for a trip can be just about as much fun as the actual trip itself. Sometimes the trip doesn’t come up to expectations but as often as not it does. more…

The Fine Art of Seeing

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

I have, throughout my life, been afflicted with myopia, that is, short sightedness. This was first discovered in my grade six year when my teacher, Mr. Bishop, and I did not get along. After one altercation, I was sent to take up residence at the back of the room, where presumably I would cause Mr. Bishop no more trouble. At the back of the room I was a little confused in that Mr. Bishop appeared to be writing in a deliberately faint sort of way on the chalk board making it hard to read. I can’t remember if it was falling grades or whether I complained to my mother about not being able to see the black board but I do remember going to the Hudson’s Bay store in down town Edmonton to get my first pair of glasses. I put these glasses on my face and the world changed. There were a number of posters on the walls of the office with images of beautiful women all wearing glasses of various styles and they all had wonderful smiles on their faces. I marveled at how clear and sharp each one of those pictures was and I wished I could take one or more of those pictures home with me and put them on my bedroom wall. more…

Matching the Hatch, To Do or Not to Do

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

160909-PDR-MKT-Yellow Burnt Wing Adams-0507This past summer I was a very pleased father in-law having sucked my two son in-laws into the fly fishing maelstrom. In fact both of them have voiced the notion that one of the requirements for marrying my daughters was that they become fly fishermen. This may or may not be true but I did build two fly rods as gifts for the young couple at the most recent wedding where I was privileged to be the FOTB (father of the bride), just a small hint really. more…