Hooked on Adventure

Exploring the World of Fly Fishing with April Vokey

A lesser-known fact about me is that I used to live in Arkansas and still have friends there. Among them are Steve and Rebekka Dally, whom I met through the fishing scene nearly two decades ago. So, armed with rods and reels, we set off to Mountain Home, where we were scheduled to spend a few days fishing the White River....
Several years ago, I remember having a conversation with one of the leading film producers in fly fishing. He had managed to get me on board with the promise of...
I left Launceston on a Sunday afternoon. By the time I was back home in Sydney, my head was aching from the pent-up ambition that circled within it. Greg, the...
Several years ago I spoke with steelhead expert/biologist Bill McMillan while collecting data for an article I was writing. I recently stumbled upon the article in my folders and thought...
If my brain were a storage unit, it would be one without walking space, stacked with hoards of cluttered paraphernalia. That's how it feels right now anyway, unorganized and overwhelmed,...
I don't usually post interviews written about me, but it was just so refreshing to finally receive an article that was honest and void of redundant, overdone questions....
I recently received this wonderful email from a fishing guide (who shall remain anonymous), and it occurred to me that it might not be such an awful idea to post...
Uneven edges of volcanic rock push their jagged prongs through my thin khakis. Uncomfortable, I shift my weight to alleviate the numbing tingle of pooled blood in my lower extremities...
It's not much of a secret that I am in love with South America; its liberation, fishing, scenery, food… what is there not to love? I had heard of Marc...
It’s a little known fact that my first guiding gig was as a sturgeon guide on the Fraser River. As an employee for another guide company (this was in the...
As we headed to Australia, a smile dressed my face… this was the first "non-work" vacation I had taken in quite some time. The Sydney beaches were gorgeous. Surfers and...
Colby and I had two days to get back to the mainland, catch up with family, pack for another month of “off-roading” and make sure that business was running smoothly....
I have spent the entirety of my last four summers living in a small tin-roof cabin nestled comfortably in the grasps of overhanging cedars and burrowing mice... our camp is...
I believe that we exist to love. Corny, cliche, hopeful or desperate as it might sound... I believe that without love we are lost. My little sister Dana is one...
This year the routine was a little more hectic than I had planned for... a busy lodge kept me on my toes and with guiding each day, office work each...
Note: this blog post may not be suitable for some audiences. Winter steelhead season always seems to approach rather suddenly… The beginning of every year brings me somewhere tropical and...