I think I'm on the bleeding edge of a new sport--call me an innovator, if you'd like. By combining the thrill of high speed adventure motorcycling with the rush of hooking a scrappy brook trout, I have successfully fused to fantastic passtimes into one. It's a biathlon of sorts, except without the guns ... or the skiing part ...For the past two Sundays a fellow moto-angler, Steve Tatarchuk, and I have braved twisty mountain roads and early mornings making runs up the Big Thompson canyon to Rocky Mountain National Park for dawn patrol angling. The fish haven't exactly been huge, or plentiful, but the scenery is amazing and there's nothing like freezing your feet off while chasing tiny trout in fresh Rocky Mountain runoff. So ... we've been willing to make the sacrifice.
We're considering starting up a motorcycle-fishing gang--you know, to spread the word. We're considering a few different patch designs incorporating fishing flies and an embroidered skull. We still need a name though ... Hell's Anglers?
