Tag Archives: Mike Vorhis

How To Get Speyed – Part 1

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller & more to come

I never thought I’d want to cross over to what seemed like the dark side…well, that’s not fair…department store doughballs dragged the length of man-made reservoirs via cannonball-sized downriggers are the dark side…and that’s not fair either…but I’m talking about my own ignorant preferences here. The point is that I never thought I’d gravitate to heaving gaudy flies the size of a goose with surf-length rods using both hands.

But a courageous Chinook who’d been around the world and had come home to challenge my little self-built 5-weight 9-footer changed all that. While I’ll never lose the fascination of tempting wily rainbows with tiny flies delicately offered, I know now that I need some artillery when the big boys cruise on home. more…

Not Seeing Is Believing

Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, author of ARCHANGEL suspense thriller, OPEN DISTANCE adventure thriller, & more to come

I’m on a high bank a little off the water and can see down into the pool, where lurk two grey shapes, suspended, fanning pectoral fins. One is a little larger than the other, and my emerger pattern is drifting very slowly toward it. The shape begins to glide, equally slowly, toward the fly, and stares for some time, inspecting, seemingly almost sniffing. Then it daintily nibbles the dot of feathers and fur, and turns just a little, and I rear back and drive a steel bolt through its lip.

And I’m bored partly out of my mind. more…

All That Glitters

Guest Blogger: Mike Vorhis, Fly Fisher & Author, FreeFlight Publishing

Years ago, when I was attending university in Irvine California, my brother Greg came out from back East for a vacation. He wanted to taste the full California experience, so we crammed into the first week long coastal jetties, Caribbean Pirates, America-blaring road trips up Highway 1, bandito beach camp-outs, sand volleyball, one shameless orchard raid for a juicy breakfast orange each…like men possessed. And in the second week we went up into God’s Country. more…