fishing
Chatting with The Fly Fishing Insider Podcast
I had fun chatting with Greg at the Fly Fishing Insider Podcast a few weeks ago. We chatted about travel, gear, how to get started in the industry, what our industry might look like post-COVID-19, and more. The episode just came out; if you’re looking to burn a few minutes, give it a listen.
Men’s Journal Van Tours: The $900 Pan-American GMC Safari
Had no idea this Chile shoot in February with Zach Lazzari and Skylar Lamont would be the last travel for a while. Most of these assets are on hold for another client, but really excited to see this “Van Tours” feature run on Men’s Journal, talking about Zach and Shale’s epic adventure through the Americas, fishing along the way.
Zach and Shale are two of the coolest travelers I’ve had the pleasure to meet, and it was such a pleasure to be able to head down to Chile and join them for one of the final weeks of their epic trip. This pair accomplished a hell of a trip over the past couple years… give the article a read for the full story.
Here’s a quick excerpt:
With each road bump, dust puffs up to coat the van’s driver, Zach Lazzari, and his co-pilot, Shale. The 11-year-old dog serves as traveling companion, nighttime guard, curious conversationalist, and convenient icebreaker: She’s an impossibly fluffy red mutt whom Lazzari found a decade ago in a Montana animal shelter. There, in a building full of dogs needing homes, Shale was the only one who ignored Lazzari. He knew it was meant to be.
The pair have been living in Lazzari’s tattered GMC Safari van since September 2018, when his marketing automation job at a Missoula, Mont., tech company began to feel more soul-sucking, and less like a job he could tolerate. He decided it was time to revisit an old dream: take the long drive down to visit the rivers he’d grown to love since his last season working as a fly-fishing guide in Chilean Patagonia in 2016, with Shale as his traveling companion. Along the way, he’d explore new water and fish corners of the world far, far removed from most fly anglers’ purview.
Lazzari quit his job and bought the 1994 Safari, abandoned in a Missoula alley, for a grand total of $900. It took merely a month for a quick build-out of basic living quarters…
I very remember coming back to Santiago after a week pretty well removed from the world and standing, filthy and in need of a shower, in the airport and watching the news. It was the first week of March, and in the space of a few weeks the world had started a dramatic change. Now it’s the first week of April and this trip feels like a lifetime ago. I still have faith that sometime this year we’ll be traveling again, and I’m already looking forward to the next adventure with Zach, Shale, and Skylar.
Thanks for reading, folks.
Gear Talk: Chilean Camping “Field Office”
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about this most recent trip to Chile regarding gear. Here’s a look at my “field office” one night; just off the water and backing up images as dusk falls.
The Big Agnes tent and Therm-a-Rest bag / pad served as a comfortable basecamp, and were easy to set up / take down as we changed locations nearly every night. My battered Pelican Professional case has been to six continents with me and served as a makeshift desk on most of them. MacBook Pro and a LaCie drive (I travel with two for three backups, including a temp one on the computer’s hard drive). Patagonia duffel and roll-top pack—still drying after wading deeply. My Orvis Fly Fishing wading jacket serves as a bit of insulation from the ground at the “desk” while Orvis PRO boots are drying outside the tent (the waders are drying in the bush beside the tent). And, of course, my Canon camera standing by. Another camera is in my hand, and a third is in the Pelican. An iPhone is also on the blue duffel, safely in a LifeProof case and ready to film camp shenanigans.
Quick look at a mobile camp while on assignment.
Not pictured: Skylar Lamont and Zach Lazzari pouring generous amounts of box wine and cooking up all kinds of meat for dinner.
Men’s Journal: Jackets, Rods, and Reels: Breaking Down Fly Fishing’s Best New Gear
I had a lot of fun combing through the latest and greatest fly-fishing gear to write this piece for Men’s Journal. After spending many of my early years in fly-fishing and outdoor retail, gear that works is close to my heart. Give it a read, and then let me know what your favorite piece of fly-fishing gear is.
In other news, I’m just back from Chilean Patagonia after a weeklong shoot. It was amazing—met up with some good friends and camped for the week, fishing a variety of water. Most of the images are embargoed until clients have their pick, but you can check out the behind-the-scenes Instagram story here.
On Island Time in Belize for the U.K.’s Fieldsports Magazine
“The air is heavy with humidity and the playful scent of tropical flowers, mixing languidly with the scent of aviation fuel and the general bustle of Belize’s largest airport, Philip S. W. Goldson International, in Belize City. The open-air stroll into customs provides a welcome glance at what’s to come: Belize is delightfully casual. Things move on ‘island time’ in this Central American country, and the airport experience is a part of that. I’m quick to find a seat at Jett’s Bar, the bustling airport bar run by diminutive, wizened Jett, and settle in to wait for the short Tropic Air flight to San Pedro.”
The U.K.’s Fieldsports Journal is one of my favorite publications to work with. The magazine itself is gorgeous—thick, heavy paper printed with intense colors, the binding sturdy. Each issue reads more like a mini-book than a magazine, and shows in my mailbox carefully nestled in cardboard packaging. Quality, all around. The editors are lovely, and I delve through each issue—whether or not I have an article placed—with excitement.
In this most recent issue, I wrote up a few words about Belize escapes. I’ve been down to the Central American country three times now, each time bringing very different experiences and new lessons both on and off the water. But there’s a relaxed “go slow” island vibe I fall in love with a little more each trip. I tried to sum it up in the closing paragraph of this most recent article:
“After a long day on the boat (most full-day fishing trips run eight hours) it’s back to the lodge for appetizers and cold drinks. Bartender Mariano runs the bustling El Pescador bar, serving up a mean Belizean Painkiller crafted from pineapple juice, orange juice, and spiced rum, with a few special additions. As is traditional at any fishing destination around the world, fish stories are exchanged over drinks and bar games; tales of near-misses and photo proof of the ones that didn’t get away. Later, dinner is served informally at the open-air tables dotting the deck, and newfound friends find themselves seated at the long tables, exchanging fishing tales from Belize and beyond. The tropic air of the Caribbean softens at night yet rarely loses its warmth or humidity, and once the revelry at the bar ebbs anglers find their way back to their rooms, ready to rise again in the morning and do it all again.”
Talking Tasmanian Trout in Men’s Journal
“Tasmania houses 8.5 million sheep and a mere 500,000 residents. Few know, however, that the “Island of Inspiration” is also home to one of the world’s most pristine brown trout fisheries. With barely 300 international fishing licenses sold each year (nearly a third of those to Americans), Tasmania teems with passionate fly-fishermen who are carefully sustaining and growing the precious fish populations.”
Talking trout, snakes, and some truly awesome people on Men’s Journal today. I’ve rarely spent time in locations quite as wild, surprising, and vastly big as Tasmania, that also feel oddly familiar and home-like.
Take a look at this Men’s Journal photo essay, and then start planning your own Tasmanian escapades.
Cooking in Thongs: Sea-to-Table at Kimberley Coastal Camp
The U.K.’s Sidetracked Magazine is one of my favorite outlets to work with. I first met Sidetracked’s online editor Daniel Neilson, while hiking across hills and deserts in Jordan. A few months later, I penned a piece for the magazine about Per Jobs, an enterprising business man (and avid fly angler) I met while fishing in Swedish Lapland. A few months passed, and the magazine sent me to document a cattle gather at Hunewill Ranch in California, a fine few days of dust, horses, cattle, and sleeping outside in the Sierras.
And now the kind editorial staff (thanks John!) has published stories from another adventure—this time from my recent trip to Australia. Here’s an excerpt:
We nudge back through the mangrove channel, pulling up the ropes to see what we’ve caught. Things go smoothly until midway through. The thong is missing from its place on the mangroves, as is the line and – apparently – the entire trap. Tub grows quiet, watching the surrounding waters. Within a minute, he spies the languid form of a large saltwater crocodile swimming back up the slim channel, a black thong proudly in its mouth. Suddenly the boat is spinning and we give chase.
Tub leans forward, shouting, ‘Give me back my fucking thong! Come back here you bastard!’ The croc gives a swirl of its tail and sinks into the murky water.
Alex laughs, noting we’re literally up a creek without a paddle, chasing a crocodile for a thong. I giggle aloud and bring the camera down from my eye for a moment. It’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.
As you’ll see, Kimberley Coastal Camp was easily one of the highlights of my time in Australia. Tub and Jules’ hospitality was second-to-none, and there’s something about the far-off, odd little corners of the world—far, far away from what we’ve come to understand as “reality”—that will always win my heart.
Read the full feature here on Sidetracked.