Jeff Samsel Fishing

Provo River brown trout In my most recent post, I looked back on a cross-country fishing/blogging trek I did with one of my boys 11 years ag...

My phone tells me it's 21 degrees outside my house, and yesterday's rain knocked off many of our late-clinging leaves. Seemingly...

Blogger note: I wrote this in a plane on the way home from Nevada in June, and connection problems kept it from posting. Then I got distr...

Fresh content on Jeff Samsel Fishing is farther past due than it has been in this history of this blog. I won't make any bold proclam...

Snowy bank of Big Wilson Creek in Western North Carolina. Photo by Tim Mead I guess I can't say the snow was a total surprise. The f...

Given yesterday's low of 9, a current temperature of 18 and more of the same forecast for the rest of this week, I can't help thin...

First of the week, I'm loading up the fishing car and pointing it toward the Ozarks for a few days of chasing trout in the White River...

It had been far too long since Nathanial, Asher and I had spent a full day together trout fishing, so our recent day of work and play on N...

Asher and I are in full packing mode because tomorrow we leave on this summer's biggest adventure. We're pointing the car north th...

You could say that Asher and I were very efficient yesterday. We managed a "slam" of the trout species that are normally found ...

I admit that I tend to gravitate toward delayed harvest trout waters this time of year. Because of heavy stockings and the catch-and-relea...

Rain scheduled to come in tomorrow night suggests that tomorrow day will offer the closest thing we'll have to settled trout streams f...

The USGS stream gauge date map shows black and blue dots all over Southern Appalachia (and across much of the South, East Coast and Upper Mi...

Asher and I had caught a half a dozen or so trout in a half hour or so and had missed several others, so action had been decent. The hole ...

With most folks gone from offices and the other end of emails, and no pressing deadlines of my own, I got a little restless at the keyboar...

Day one of our autumn Ozarks adventure is in the books, and we four worn out dudes. In fact, I think two of four are gone. We drove all ni...

I haven't fished an enormous amount over the past few weeks, but that's about to change in a large way. Plans for the next month o...

I'm no more fond of delays than the next guy, but when you're talking about delaying the harvest of trout for half a year, I'm...

Kenneth must have been listening at least one of those times when I told him how well his fur works for tying fish-catching jigs. When I r...

Well, Asher and returned to a wonderful welcome at home last night, having logged 8,008 miles,  fished in nine states and traveled hrough ...