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This Video Will Get You Excited About Fall Fishing

You can feel it in the air. A slight cool breeze that glimmers hope after an intense and muggy summer. Autumn is upon us. While almost all of us look forward to sweater weather, football, and the holidays, only a select few of us know the true hidden treasure of the season, trout fishing. Nothing beats waking up to a warm cup of coffee and heading to the stream with the high hopes of hooking into some hefty and beautiful cold water trout. It’s not just the aggressive fish that get me so excited for this specific fishing season. It’s the beauty of autumn nature and presence of joyful thoughts that the season brings. The short film “Cadent” by Livit Films does a perfect job of embodying the beauty, joy, and general appreciation of fall fishing with it’s artistic cinematography and editing. This film never fails to get me pumped for my favorite fishing season.

For more from Livit Films, check them out on Instagram @livit_films.

For more from the Guide featured in the video check out @Flyshopco

5 Tips for Targeting Bull Trout

With the large variety of species of trout located in western Canada, we get asked why do you guys target bull trout majority of the time in the summer? It’s an easy question for my brother and me to answer, first and foremost is the location of the rivers they live in, the swirling clear blue pools sometimes accustomed by waterfalls surrounded by the Rockies beat any river in our books. Next would be size and aggression, they are usually the biggest trout to target in our river systems, and honestly who doesn’t love targeting big fish? You combine their size with their aggression makes for an epic smash of your fly and fight which sometimes ends a couple of pools downstream. So since we target them the majority of the summer we thought we could maybe help you with a few tips if you plan on hitting the river and targeting the big mountain torpedo.

Gear

Gear is important for targeting bull trout since they are a big fish, you will want to use a 6-7wt rod with 0-1x leader and 2x tippet, we recommend not cheaping out on lines, and to go with a quality brand such as Scientific Anglers because nothing is worse than spending money on gas and hiking the river all day, and frank the tank decides to smash your fly and you break off. To me personally, there is not a worse feeling. Also, don’t forget a nice big net preferably with a rubber mesh to help protect the fish.

Versatility

This is a super important one, don’t stick to one way of fishing all day. Most people get the idea that bull trout only smash big streamers, although this is the case on many days, many days it is not. Some of the biggest bulls that we have caught have been nymphing stones and leech patterns. Sometimes my fingers hurt from switching up all day back and forth but it ends up being worth it. So bring a variety of flies and methods and be versatile well fishing for bull trout.

Location

Google maps is a good way to locate nice fishing spots, flick it onto satellite mode and start scrolling down your favorite rivers and drop pin places you would like to go. We usually try to find spots far away from roads and trails that are not as easy to access. Less accessible places usually mean few people will venture out that way, which means less pressure on fish, and the bite is usually on. So just take a drive to grab some pops and go for a long hike.

Depth

Bull trout typically like cold deep water, so in order to present your fly correctly, it’s essential to bring pinch weights with you to add to your line while streamer fishing and also nymphing. Get deep and give your line time to sink.

Fun/Safety

Nothing beats linking up with friends and exploring new places and fishing for bull trout, especially when all your hard work pays off. It’s also always good to remember where bull trout are located is usually where bears cougars and other deadly animals also reside, so don’t forget to look over your shoulder once in a while and to bring bear spray along with you and the lads. Tight lines and cheers!

For more content from Kelly and the Back Country Pools boys, make sure to follow them on Instagram @BackCountryPoolz

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Landing My First Oregon Chinook Salmon

Our story begins with a planned trip to Southern Oregon to spend some time with friends and family. I had a day set aside to invest targeting steelhead, so I reached out to my buddies Keith Lyon from Jefferson Rod Company (IG: @jeffersonrodco) and Jeff Hensley (IG: @oregon_tarheel) to see if they had some availability to get out on the water. Thankfully, both were generous enough to make it work into their busy schedules and we met up in the early A.M. to go chase some fish.

We started out the beginning of the day with a float that had produced some quality fish. We pulled into a nice run for some swinging and Keith managed a healthy adult native fish. I was also excited to hear there were chinook salmon in the system and I was eager to find a few of those bruisers if I was so lucky.

My first fish of the day just so happened to be a big male chinook that had some pretty impressive acrobatics for its size. I had fought the fish for roughly a minute until it had made a big run and broke me off. We made connections with quite a few fish, Keith and Jeff being the only two to actually bring fish to hand. After reaching the boat ramp, I was getting pretty discouraged and beating myself up over what I thought I should have been doing differently fighting the fish I had lost or if there was anything different that I could do at all (we’ve all been there). I quickly realized that the day wasn’t over and there was still a chance of redemption for the second float.

Keith had to leave us for the day so that he could get back to the shop to continue to make those gorgeous Jefferson Rod Co. works of art. After we parted ways, Jeff and I made a quick run for some lunch and his boat. For our second float, we decided to head further up river to launch and fish a new section.

The second half of the day really turned on and we were crushing fish left and right. Almost every area that was suspect to hold fish, had them in there. The only issue for me was the fact that I kept losing big fish and began to truly doubt myself as an angler. In complete modesty, I am no stranger to larger fish and have been blessed with crossing paths with many a great fish in both fresh and saltwater. I generally don’t run into the issues that I was experiencing with these fish, but I was humbled by the fact that steelhead are truly an enigma in every way, shape, and form. At this point in my life, I haven’t spent enough time personally with these fish to fully realize that statement and finally came full circle in understanding this concept.

The most exciting steelhead I had hooked for the day had given me a run for my money and eventually, it began another classic story of the one that got away. We were working in an area that we could visibly see two boulders that were side by side with a little channel in-between them. I connected with what was easily the largest steelhead (with a 29″ buck being my largest to date) that I have ever crossed paths with and after the initial hook up, I could see the chromed out unicorn flash in all its glory. After the hookup, the fish started peeling line up river and cruising straight for this channel. After it cruised through the channel and wrapped around one of the boulders, I could feel that the fish was still attached, but I had no way of gaining any line back. Jeff rowed like a madman over to attempt to free the tangle. As we made our way over and got close to the hang-up, I felt a sigh of relief that there were still head shakes at the end of the line. Finally, I pulled the line free and as it became tight, I felt a feeling of disbelief with a fleeting snap of the leader. I hunkered over the bow of the boat for a moment and tried to suppress the overwhelming feelings of anger and frustration. Bested yet again, by an extremely talented species of fish.

At this point, it was time to pull chocks and head on to the next spot. After a short jaunt down the river, I hopped out of the boat and proceeded to work another run with Jeff. After making a few casts at some water that looked juicy but yielded no fruit, I decided to go a little shorter and hit an area that looked like it had a ledge to it.  First cast and I got absolutely hammered with tons of line getting pulled off the reel. Once I got the fish to stop pulling, all I could feel was the heavyweight at the end of my line.  I was really hoping that I had a huge steelhead, but being that I had never caught a salmon before I didn’t quite know how they fought. After the initial run, a tug of war ensued and it was amazing to feel the raw power of this animal. Always tough trying to play a larger fish, all the while you are trying not to snap your leader. I finally had worked it enough to get in close to possibly get a glimpse and that’s when Jeff and I had seen the size of her. We both looked at each other with astonishment and everything got serious. Jeff knew how bad I wanted to land a fish like this and he did everything in his power to make sure that happened.

After quite a few good runs and fighting the fish back each time, I finally got to a spot to get the fish landed. Finally! The relief of putting a fish in the net is like no other. After the bout, we proceeded to get a quick measurement of 39.5″ and a couple of photos before sending her on her way to go drop some eggs and perpetuate the species. I was on cloud 9 and definitely was on a fish high for the next week. It’s a beautiful thing when you can connect with something in this world and experience the euphoria that life can offer.

Needless to say, fishing is my nirvana.

Landon Mace is a fly fishing guide and creator out of Bend, Oregon. Check him out on Instagram @landon_mace

How We Won The Badfish.tv Tailers Cup

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The day started at 4:55 am when my first of 5 alarms go off (I had to set that many after my power hour of craft beers at the Flood Tide event the night before). I checked my phone and read a text from Chris saying he would be at my house in 5 minutes. I drug my slightly hungover body out of bed and pulled my clothes on for the day. After poking my head out the door to let Chris know I was alive and moving, I packed up my camera bag and I headed out. 

Our first plan was to fish close to home. We reached the spot that we were going to fish we quickly realized there was DEFINITELY not enough water- even for Chris’ boat.  We could hear fish crashing in the thick grass but it wasn’t an option for us at that point. Unfortunately, Chris and I put all our eggs in one basket on this spot. We knew it held great fish and we were really counting on a positive outcome.

The night before, we planned out the next day. We planned to fish our side of town and then make the 45-minute drive north. As soon as we figured out there wouldn’t be enough water, we made the call to head north right as the sun peaked over the horizon.

We made it to our second spot and things were looking good. It was the last hour of the outgoing tide. We fished an area where we have seen some nice size fish in the weeks prior. Chris was doing his job with the boat by keeping me in perfect casting position to the bank. We fished for a solid 10 minutes before approaching a nice point where we saw some nervous water. I made a shabby but adequate cast and BOOM he was on, and put a hell of a bend in my 8wt fiberglass rod. The fish worked me, to say the least. It pulled me right into my backing in a matter of seconds. I looked back at Chris and said, “Holy shit dude this sucker is nice!” We got the fish boat side and he was still green as could be. Chris jumped down off the platform and wrestled him into the boat. Obviously, we were FREAKING PUMPED! The fish measured in at 27” on the dot. This changed the mood for us. We figured we could hit the flood later and catch two nice fish and possibly get a 3rd or 4th place finish.

Shortly thereafter the water just dumped out like a plug pulled on a bathtub. We were finding it difficult to fish through the 5lb mullet that were dive-bombing our boat. We tried fishing the creeks but struggled to make anything happen. We picked up one small red that put us at 40” leading into lunch and we decided to just sit and polish off a few cold beers. We knew there would be some solid fish in this area, all we needed was just enough water to get the boat moving. Through the music, we heard a crash right by the boat! I was sitting on the polling platform and Chris was up front. I stood up and five feet from the boat was a small pup red bulldozing through the grass. Chris picked up the rod and gently rolled a cast right in front. BOOM!! Hooked up! This fight lasted seconds. We pulled the 15” guy right in the boat.

Now it’s nearly 5 pm and we finally had three fish on the board. We sat at 55”. With a little dust off the shoulder, we still knew this wouldn’t touch the leaderboard. We figured “Hey, it’s better than the 26” we pulled in last year”.  Finally, the water started to pour in. We had our hopes set to the max. We started to see what looked like fish in the distance. We soon realized that we were wrong.  The fish just weren’t there, and I mean NOT THERE!

At this point, it was around 6:15 pm. We ended up passing another skiff that was in the tournament. They seemed to be having the same luck as we were. Shortly after passing these guys we saw our next fish. Chris laid a perfect cast and with a few short ticks, BOOM!! He was on! Luckily this fish was in open water so having him wrap us up in the thick grass wasn’t going to happen. The fish laid across the bow with a gut the size of an amateur sumo wrestler. Chris shouted out “YESSSSSSS, HELL YESSS”. After this 24.5” fish we ditched the measurement of the smaller fish from before. This put us at 64.5” with only 20 more minutes of fishing time if we wanted to make it back before the 8 pm weigh in. I quickly hopped back on the platform and we were off to the next pocket. We polled vigorously in that area for the last 20 minutes.

As we were heading out we saw two nice fish floating in a dead space. I whipped the boat around and Chris was locked in. He made a cast that landed right on the first fish. Bam!! Both fish spooked. With our heads immediately to the sky in frustration, Chris looked back down and saw the second fish, which stopped and stayed close. He made another cast and BOOM!! He’s on! This fish pulled us all over the marsh.  I reached over and pulled the 28.25” fish into the boat. Chris and I looked at each other with eyes the size of dinner plates. I said, “Man we have got to go or we aren’t making it back in time.”

We quickly polled out into a small creek and hit the “Rocket Ship” button. Pulling up to the landing we texted everyone we knew fishing to see if they knew what the leaderboard showed. It was looking like everyone had just as tough a day as we did.  Driving home all we could say to each other was, “We have 79.75” we might have a shot at winning this.” We pulled up to Revelry Brewing with 10 minutes to spare. I walked up to the board and said:

“Damn Chris, we won.”

Ryan Rodgers is a Low Country native and the reigning Badfish.tv Tailers Cup champ. Check him out on Instagram @ghostwatersc

High Alpine Lakes are Home to Some Real Beauties…

I live for the summertime. I live for the Colorado sunshine, that at 10,00+ feet can more often than not come across as being too “strong.” I live for backpacking into the untouched landscapes of our public lands and camping underneath a sky full of stars unaltered by light pollution. I live for the echoing squeaks of taunting marmots and I cling to the hopes of seeing mountain goats clamber up sheer rock faces. I live for mountainsides bursting at their seams with every color of wildflower imaginable. I live for the glacial cold, crystal clear, emerald waters that lie above the tree line, nestled amongst the clouds. My heart skips a beat when I see those colored up, cruising giants just below the water’s surface. I live for fly fishing the alpine.

For me, there’s the reward of fly fishing, and then, there are the unyielding rewards of fishing the backcountry. The views are unparalleled, the solace is humbling. Being surrounded by boulder fields and slow growing, trembling firs takes my imagination back to simpler times. It takes a certain kind of adventuring spirit to seek a landscape as raw and unpredictable, but those who choose to venture to such places do so religiously, unrelenting. Packing in heavy loads, miles deep, and holding on tight to the hopes that some of our favorite spots were finally thawed from their winter standstill, we were reminded this summer that the alpine doesn’t always play fair. Anyone else who shares the love of fishing in the high country knows that this year was unforgiving; a harsh winter, a late ice-off, a steady blanket of blood thirsty mosquitos, and particularly picky fish.

We counted down for summer to hit, speculated a bit on years’ previous ice offs and then took off running first chance we had. We hiked for miles straight uphill in knee deep snow only to be let down. To see an alpine lake completely frozen-over in mid-July is to feel the absolute desolation of winter above 11,000 ft. Needless to say being in one of the most beautiful places Colorado has to offer, we cut our losses, set up a hammock with a five-star view and enjoyed a picnic and a cold beer.

When the end of August came around and we had just enough time to give it one last try. There were fresh elk rubs on the hike in, their grassy fragrance lingering in the meadows we crossed through. Speckles of yellow were starting to trickle in amongst the aspen. We saw a steadily determined coyote on the hunt for more calories. Despite hiking, my breath was cold, like the breeze coming off the surrounding peaks. Fall was nearing.

The lake itself was immaculate, its mirrored surface gleaming in the last bit of summertime sun. The fish were rhythmically cruising, weaving in and out of the depths to rise here and there. They had doubled in size from last year, and to see them was to love them. With water as clear as an aquarium, sight fishing proved to be nothing short of an absolute tease. Watching fish after gorgeous fish, do a full 360 head tilt to refuse our flies was agonizing.  After an hour or so of switching up flies to present to them, we finally landed a painstakingly picturesque Golden Trout. The take was fleeting, the fight was riveting, the fish was undeniably worth all the effort.

Moments later we were hit by a storm so strong that hail, roughly the size of cherry pits covered the ground so rapidly that inches of it had built up within no time at all. With lightning all around us, it was clear that one fish was all that the alpine would give to us this time.

But that one fish was enough to keep me desperately hanging on a thread until next time. While I’m away, fishing at lower elevations, the high country will forever be etched into my mind. When I close my eyes, I see mountain goats hunkering down in the swell of a snowstorm. I see marmots burrowing deep into the earth to await the spring. I see fir trees growing heavy under white blankets. I see ice slowly creeping from the banks into the center of the lake. Just below that ice, I see all the colorful fish that keep me coming back every year, and I live for them.

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Faces of Fly Fishing: Tim Romano

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Early fall in Vermont. The sun rides low on the horizon. Clouds give way to cool breezes smelling of apples and pine. Rivers are laden with clouds of caddis. Gator pike make their way onto shallow shelves, laying wait in forests of cabbage and millfoil. Salmon and lake trout leave their subaqueous dwelling along the lake’s floor to run schools of alewife and smelt down shorelines and breakwaters.

The opportunity for a fly angler expands as these cool months push in. There are days when nothing is more alluring than a folded 9wt, the sounds of yelling friends and screaming drag drowning away any remaining ambiance. There are other days where it’s important to return to the tranquility of fly fishing. A boiling stream, a whispering fly line passing through the cool morning mist and the occasional slurp of a hungry trout.

We set out to capture these moments and further explore the placidity of the sport. We journeyed to one of the most productive wild trout streams in our area. This stream had a special draw, the water is always slightly clouded and the fish tend to be less timid than ordinary wild trout. They have a tendency school up in narrow channels. They’ll attack swung streamers like pods of bluefish, taking alternating swipes as your fly glides just below the surface.

Our favorite way to target these fish when they aren’t up for dries is a medium (size 6-8) black bead head wooly bugger tied with a pearl/black crystal chenille body and a few strands of flash in the tail. This combination makes a lot of noise and draws out hungry trout. We’ve found the fish respond better to a “skitter” as opposed to a traditional swing. It’s an erratic vibration stemming from your wrist. The movement sends what looks like a sine wave down your fly line and causes the streamer to dart and pulsate in the water.

This film was shot over the course of two mornings. We chose to shoot a stretch of river which highlighted the natural beauty of the area. The sun rose downstream refracting off the rippled surface and throwing shards of warm morning light omnidirectionally. It’s a gorgeous aesthetic which lasts a couple hours at most. We arrived before the sun had a chance to touch the water’s surface. There’s a stillness about this time, gentle and blue, the forest yet to wake. We shot until the sun began to creep high and the moisture burned off the water’s surface.

For any camera geeks out there we shot the film on an Arri Alexa Mini with Angenieux Optimo DP Rouge zooms, both the 30-80 and 16-42. These lenses have a lot of character and helped envelop the film in a veil of light and movement. Every flare/light leak was captured organically in camera.

In the end, this project was both an exercise in filmmaking and appreciation. As much as we’d like to, most of us can’t spend every day on the river. There are days I’ll return to this place and take a moment to sit. I’ll watch heron stand stoically on the banks, families of black bear bathe in the tranquil pools, wild trout rise to terrestrial insects. I learned the importance of taking a moment, in the serenity of these wild places to reground myself, to maintain sanity.

A collection of moments, paying tribute to the beauty and serenity of Vermont’s wild trout and the streams they inhabit.

Max and Zento are passionate anglers and extremely talented videographers. We are proud to call them a part of the Flylords team. Check out their latest work on Instagram: @zentosahn @dot_max_dot

How This Kick Ass Mom is Teaching Her Son About Fishing…

It’s what we do. We play, we get dirty, we live to breathe mountain air, and we fish until we have no sunlight left.

My boy is 7 and already has a deep love for the outdoors.  We spent this weekend in the beautiful mountains of Utah. We fished one of our favorite lakes, Trial Lake in the Uintas.  We went “hunting” for deer, birds, and squirrels with his bow and guns.  We got dirty and wet in the lake chasing fish. There was no Wi-Fi and no screens, it was unreal.

Fly fishing, well to be honest, all fishing, is something we both can’t seem to get enough of. At 2 I had him fishing with a spinner rod.  By the time he was 5, we started fly fishing together.

As you can see, this weekend he chose to use the spinner rod and worms. I chose the fly rod.  My absolute favorite fly is a big foam ant.  In the Uintas, the trout love to come up and surface for these big bugs.  What is crazy is the fish weren’t even rising.  However, for that ant, they came up and would break the surface.  Of course, causing me to scream with every set of the hook and for my boy and all of his cousins to come running.

We caught tiger trout, graylings, and rainbows this trip and loved every second of it. The best part wasn’t even the fishing. Yes I know I’m saying this on a fishing blog, but lets have a moment of honesty, some of the greatest parts of getting out there are spending it in nature with the ones you love.

People always hashtag #teachthemyoung right? Well for me, this is my motto as his mother, and not by what I say, but what I do. I want to teach him to chase everything that he has a love and passion for. To chase what gets his heart racing and he can’t wipe a smile off his face from.  So far, fishing and exploring are two things that we both can experience together and can’t get enough of. Like I said, it’s what we do.

Be sure to not to miss our other articles on getting kids involved in fly fishing here and here

Jordan is a fitness coach, fly fisherwoman, and awesome mom! Check her out on Instagram @relentlessmomma

Behind the Scenes with Tight Loops

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I thought I knew everything there was to know about brook trout fishing in the eastern United States. I was wrong.

Conventional wisdom tells us that Salvelinus fontinales has been extirpated from 90% of its historic range, and in the places it persists, it persists in small numbers, and small size. There are thousands of small streams from the base of Smokey Mountains to the border with Canada that sustain native populations of brook trout ranging from 4-10 inches. If you’re interested in native fish, then you’ve probably spent a lot of time on streams like that. The same way anglers out West return to the river day after day in hopes of landing that 24-inch brute, you’ve done the same on small freestone headwaters, searching any pool over 12 inches deep for a shot at a trophy barely half that size. My wife Aimee and I live in Massachusetts, and despite having spent the last decade searching every blue line in the surrounding 200 square miles, we’d never questioned that paradigm. “The US doesn’t have big, healthy, native brook trout anymore,” we thought. “And that’s that.” If you want that kind of fishing, you’d better start booking your trip to Labrador now.

Well, after spending several months in Maine I can now report back with a great deal of both hope and hesitation, that that is only partially true. There are still a handful of places left in the US where native brook trout can reach 6 pounds, but they are few, and they are under threat. A couple decades ago these fisheries were facing a steady decline, but thanks to a great deal of effort from grassroots organizations as well as state and federal programs it looks like Maine is going to continue to be the last great stronghold for big, wild, brookies. But that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to waltz on in and find them. Mainers are notoriously private people, and the sportsmen who call the “pine tree state” home aren’t in a hurry to divulge their secrets. But I suppose that’s what makes Maine such a special place; in the age of social media exposure, the fisheries have remained relatively unknown. It took us a better part of a year to research and gain the trust of the incredible folks up North, and we’ve made some lifelong friends along the way. I’m a firm believer that this process makes for better stewards anyway; because nothing is more precious to an angler than a fishery he or she has worked tremendously hard to discover.  And make no mistake, these fisheries are still under threat, and in many ways their very survival still hangs in the balance. Don’t expect to see any geotags of these rivers on Instagram, but if you make the effort and earn your stripes, I guarantee you’ll be put on a 3+ pound, wild Maine squaretail in no time, and if that isn’t something worth protecting, I don’t know what is.

We got a chance to interview Chase and Aimee, check out what they had to say:

1. My first reaction when watching your film was wow, you guys are both incredible artists. How long have you been shooting film and video for? Do you have any videographers that inspire you?
C: Art sort of runs in my family. Although my folks pursued careers outside of the arts, they are both wonderful artists in their own rights, and when I began drawing around the age of 4 or 5 they were really adamant about encouraging and nurturing my creative urges.  I first got into shooting video when I was about 10. I had just been introduced to skateboarding and my friends and I were looking for ways to document our daily adventures. Being the creative type already, I took the initiative to hijack my parents VHS shoulder cam and the rest was history. I continued making skateboard videos for the next decade, and in case folks aren’t familiar with the genre, it actually has a really innovative and unique aesthetic, and several of its big players drawing inspiration from far and wide in the art/film/photography world. So growing up watching and producing skate videos was a serious crash course in video making. When I graduated high school I applied to a bunch of art schools with a largely illustration based portfolio, but after being accepted to the Rhode Island School of Design I quickly made the choice to switch majors and focus on film and video. I was so heavily involved in both the independent and professional skateboard world at the time that I felt I needed to consolidate my work in and out of school. I’m glad I made that choice because I learned a whole lot about filmmaking over the next 3 years. If you’re familiar with my work through Tight Loops then you know that I still play around with some fine arts stuff, but film and video is definitely my primary focus. In terms of videographers, I admire? I could name a million filmmakers (remember I’m an art school nerd) but maybe I’ll keep it within the fishing world. I think Jim Klug and Chris Patterson from Confluence Films make beautiful work. They really set a standard for fly fishing films in terms of both production and storytelling. They also pay a lot of attention to the overall visual aesthetic of their films. I don’t know if they are shooting on 16mm anymore, but I know it always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside when I pop in a copy of “Drift” or “Rise”. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Rolf Nylinder from Fronsidefly. He always has been, and maybe always will be one of the few people within this little niche community who’s really pushing the boundaries of the format and experimenting with both visual and narrative techniques. If anyone hasn’t seen his latest episodic masterpiece “The Field Coffee Diaries”, then stop reading this interview and go watch it immediately.

A: I started shooting film when I was in 7th grade.  I was handed down a camera from relatives.  A Minolta 35mm.  I shot all black and white film and developed it myself.  I bought a book on the basics and just went from there.  I continued to shoot with that same camera all through high school.  I applied to art school and went into a photography program.  I made it one year.  It wasn’t the right fit for me at that time.  I wanted to be out experiencing and documenting life.  I spent a lot of time photographing punk shows in Boston and the people around me.  I put my camera down and walked away many times, but I always came back to it.  This project was the first time I felt like I could fully focus on my art.  I shot with that same Minolta up until maybe 2008, when I started experimenting with toy cameras and color film.  When I started shooting medium format it really opened new doors for me.  Buying my Pentax 6×7 was sort of mind-blowing.  That thing takes such gorgeous photos and it’s such a beast.

2. When did you start to fish? What was the first fish you caught on a fly rod?
C: I started fishing in 1997. My entire family is from Montana, but I grew up abroad (in Israel in fact, but that’s a whole other story). I’d get to visit in the summers, so it was only a matter of time until my uncles and cousins introduced me to fishing. I spent the first two years casting conventional tackle off of docks during vacations. When I turned 10 my grandfather decided it was the time I learned to fly fish, and that summer he taught me how to cast and tie some basic flies. I remember my first fish so clearly; it was a 4 or 5 inch Brookie, caught on a Griffiths Gnat on a small feeder stream of the Big Hole just above Wise River, MT. I was instantly hooked! During the production of Journey On we were lucky enough to pay another visit to that stream and catch the great grandkids of those bookies. It was just as awesome I remembered it.

A: I just recently started fly fishing thanks to Chase, but my Dad took me fishing when I was a little girl and I caught my first trout.  I definitely didn’t know what any of it meant at that time. There’s a photo of me and my dad and I’m touching my first trout.  I look really excited.  Its one of my favorite photos of my Dad and I.  My Aunt Pat & Uncle Jay were big into fishing when I was growing up.  I used to love waking up early and going out on their boat.  We fished conventional tackle in saltwater.  I’ll never forget the excitement when we got into a big group of stripers.  Those are some really special memories.  Chase taught me the basics of fly fishing when we started dating.  He took me out in April when it was still really chilly and I caught my first rainbow trout.  Once I caught my first tiny brook trout on a dry fly I was hooked.  Its been non-stop ever since.

3. If you could explain the sport of fly fishing in one word what would it be?
C: Love. Love of water, love of the fish below it, love of the rich environments it flows through. When you truly love something, all you want to do is share it with people you care about. I think that’s the force that drove my grandfather to share it with me, and it’s the same force that drives me to share it with others.

A: Serenity.

4. What was your inspiration for taking this adventure?
C: Just general quarter-life detritus I guess. After I graduated college I worked in the film industry for a couple of years and hated it. Probably because 4 years of art school has a way of really crushing your creative spirit, but the truth about working in the movie biz is that there’s not a lot of room for creativity on a day-to-day basis anyway. I walked away from that and took a job with a buddy doing construction to keep my rent and bills at bay. While I enjoyed the work tremendously before I knew it three years had passed, and I was no closer to finding fulfillment than when I started. I guess after taking some years away from my creative work it seemed like the right time to shake things up a bit. Aimee had never been out West, neither one of us had ever lived nomadically like that before, and I was eager to sink my teeth into a substantial project. I think we’re both at the age where you first realize that time is moving way faster than it did when you were a kid, and every avenue you choose seems to have more and more permanent consequences. I guess it felt like if we didn’t get off our asses and start doing the things we wanted to do, then before we knew it, it would be too late. It honestly felt like we didn’t have a choice.

5. Did you accomplish everything you set out to do?
C: I think so. In hindsight, there are always things you wish you could go back and do differently, but I’m really proud of what we did, and how the film turned out. Part of me wishes I could go back and do it all over again without the cameras, but in the end it’s the love of filmmaking that brought us there, and we’re going to be really glad we have such an incredible record of our trip when we’re old and decrepit and unable to do this kind of stuff anymore.

6. If you could take another trip and make a new movie, where would you go? 
C: This has been on my mind a lot lately, because we aren’t even close to being done taking trips, or making movies! I think the Canadian Rockies are high on my list, and over on the east, I wouldn’t mind making our way to Labrador at some point. In terms of more domestically, I’d like to spend an entire summer fishing only high elevation lakes. It takes a lot of work, but it pretty much has everything a fly angler could ever want; beautiful scenery, big fish, and unpressured water. There are so many places we haven’t explored yet. I’m sure we could spend a hundred lifetimes seeking them out.

7. For all the younger videographers out there, what is some advice you could give them about taking their work to the next level?
C: Make the movies YOU want to see. The fly fishing video world is exploding right now, but it’s still so young, and there are so many stones that are left unturned. Don’t be afraid to make the films you want to make, even if no one else is doing it. Experiment and push yourself out of your comfort zone. There are a lot of incredible places and fish out there, but those things alone won’t make a great film. Even if you don’t have tons of expensive gear, big fish, or exotic destinations there are a million ways to tell a great story, so don’t be afraid to get creative with your narrative or visuals.

8. If you could only bring one camera with you, what would it be?
C: That’s a really tough one. I guess I’d bring my primary camera, which is a Sony NEX-FS700RH because it’s got a lot of versatile functions. But the thing was like 10 pounds and requires a robust tripod, so I’m getting pretty tired of lugging it all over the place. My suggestion to people who are a little less masochistic would be to find something small, versatile, and bombproof. Shooting in the outdoors can be tough, and the less you have to worry about the better.

A: It depends greatly on the situation for me, but my Voigtlander Bessa R4M is pretty great.  It’s lightweight and easy to carry around my neck when we hike.  I just recently started doing the digital thing, and my Canon 5d Mark iii is so fun to shoot with.  That will likely be my go-to camera for a while.  But film wise, that Pentax 6×7 is pretty stellar too.  I can’t pick just one!

9. Favorite Drink?
C: Well, when I’m not just drinking water to stay alive, which by the way, is a fine drink, I guess I’d have to go with a nice refreshing can of “Colorado Kool-Aid”.

A: Probably lemonade.

10. Favorite Movie?
C: John Carpenter’s “The Thing” never seems to get old.

A: Mrs. Doubtfire

11. What is it like having a girlfriend / Fiancee who shares your passion for fly fishing?
C: It’s amazing! For all the folks who have significant others with different interests; imagine what it would be like if you didn’t have to come up with some lame excuse every time you wanted to sneak away and get a couple hours in? Yeah, that’s basically our lives. Being able to share my passion with Aimee has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.

A: It’s awesome.  We get to share all of the things we love with each other.  We both get so excited making all of these plans for fishing trips and films, and we get to geek out about trout and how beautiful they are.

12. What’s next for Chase and Aimee?
C: Marriage! We are getting hitched on September 17th up in New Hampshire. Other than that, we took another trip this past June, up to Maine to fish and film for the next installment of our Journey On series. We got to fish some of the most coveted trophy native brook trout rivers left in the US. It was an incredible experience and we look forward to sharing it, as well as some other project with everyone soon!

Help protect brook trout and salmonids in the Northeast. Get involved:

Eastern Brook Trout Joint Venture
www.easternbrooktrout.org

Maine Council of Trout Unlimited
www.tumaine.org

Downeast Salmon Federation
www.mainesalmonrivers.org

Sea Run Brook Trout Coalition
www.searunbrookie.org

Rangeley Lakes Heritage Trust
www.rlht.org

Protect Rhode Island Brook Trout
www.protectribrookie.org

Aimee & Chase Bartee are two newly-married filmmakers who run Tight Loops
Check them out at their website here or on Instagram @tightloopsfly