When I blocked out February 24-25 for steelheading in western PA, I was certain that it was a plan that would never see action. The creeks were an impenetrable wall of water in its solid state. Not happening. Then the thaws came. The ice released its lock on the creeks. And suddenly, by golly, we had optimism. This could happen. The trip is on.
Then came the blizzard. I can get pretty motivated when there’s something in the way of something that I want to do, and I figured that if the snow stopped early enough on Monday the 23rd, I could still make the drive and be fishing on Tuesday. However, I didn’t expect over 18″ of heavy, wet snow. But I was snowblowing the driveway at 11am, the snowflakes still flying. My neighbor, who has a plow, usually clears the shared driveway. But as time moved farther past noon, and it still wasn’t cleared, my worst fears became reality. My neighbor was away. If I wanted to fish, I would have to clear about 300 feet of that snow — the last horrible 6 feet, a pudding of heavy-as-wet cement glop, by shovel. Ugh. No way. The trip is off.
But no, dammit, it isn’t. I’m going steelheading tomorrow. So I fired up the blower, steeled my back, and had at it. And that’s how, at 4pm, I found myself heading north on I-91. I had wet roads until Albany, then lake effect snow on and off from Rochester into PA. Safely in bed, I was out like a light at 1:30am.
The silver lining to this tired angler cloud is that you don’t need to start early on a winter’s day, especially if there’s likely to be slush in the water. I was fishing by 10:30am — perfectly civilized — and while slush was a problem, it wasn’t a deal breaker. I got maybe one good drift out of 6 casts. I missed the first bite because he ate where I didn’t expect it. The second miss was a foul. Finally, I was on the board. This fish was the third of the day; I’m particularly captivated by the see-through tail. Already, yesterday’s shoveling horrors seemed worthwhile.By 11:30am, the slush was almost gone, and I was hooking fish in earnest. When I’d left CT, I was at 282 steelhead landed. I was hoping to drive home somewhere in the 290s. But the fish kept coming, and there came a point in the time-space continuum when I dared to think: I could break 300 today. Yes, I think I can. What happened next was a phenomenon that I only recognized several days later: I got into the zone. Nothing else registered — not the cold, not the ice, not my hunger, not the time. I was, as the colloquial expression goes, unconscious. Find fish, cast, mend, drift, adjust and mend, set, fight, land. Geez, the last time I looked at my watch it was 11am. Now, it was after 1pm. 299, baby! Ringo Starr sang, “It don’t come easy,” and he ain’t lying. We found a pod of steelhead in a whitewater plunge and run, including a couple huge dark horse bucks. But they were most uncooperative. So we moved down the run to another short stack of fish, their location belied by dark backs against the light green substrate. First cast. Big upstream mend. Dead drift. Indicator goes under. Sweeping set downstream. Fish on. It was a fine steelhead for number 300, a chunky hen in the 8-10 lb. class. Despite the barely-above-freezing water, she put up a fight worthy of her size. With pink and rose on her flanks and secondary and tertiary rainbow colors on her cheeks, she was an absolutely gorgeous creature. So, yeah. I kissed her. It was a little after 1:30pm.Over my steelheading career, I’ve noticed that the sudden arrival of a cold front has an immediate, negative effect on the bite. Around 2pm, the wind picked up, the water began to stain, and bites became a scarce commodity. We took a lunch break, and headed to a different mark, where the water was the color of tea with a drop or two of milk. We picked several pockets and runs and pools, but found diners in only one of them. I missed the first, landed the second, and called it a day at 305. Not in my wildest dreams did I think this would happen on this trip. Had I been in a different mindset, I would have brought a truly special cigar to celebrate the occasion. Tell you what: what I smoked tasted just damn fine.Madelaine’s is my go-to eatery, and I was ready for a celebratory dinner of their meatloaf and an IPA. What?!? Closed on Tuesdays?!? I ended up at The Barracks, which as you can see looks a little like a disco-casino-local bar mashup. The cheeseburger was excellent. The Yeungling draft most quenching. Yep. I was going to sleep well tonight.
I hightailed it out of CT Monday at 4pm, just as the blizzard was winding down, and drove to western PA, arriving a little past 1am. My goal was to fish a couple days, and hopefully inch a little closer to the magic number of 300 steelhead landed (I was on 282 for those of you keeping score at home). Folks, the trip exceeded my most wildly optimistic hopes and dreams. I not only made 300, I obliterated it. Details to come in a post next week, and you’ll also want to check out my Instagram for more!
This is the last steelhead of the two-day trip, which put me at 322. I’ll let you do the math.
I’ve been a long-time customer of the online fly tying supplier J.Stockard. As you know, I don’t endorse or represent anything that I’m not a big fan of, or enthusiastic user of, and that’s certainly the case with J.Stockard. In addition to being a customer, I’ve written a few articles for their site over the years, but this now means that I’ll be doing some more of that in the future. We’ll see what shape or form these contributions take; naturally, I’ll still be writing for my website! I’m honored to be a part of their Pro Tying Team — you’ll remember I recently joined the Regal Vise Pro-Staff — and I’ll do my best to represent well.
Now: this may seem like a wee bit of a dichotomy, because I’m also a firm advocate of the concept and practice of “support your local fly shop.” I happen to also be a long-time customer of UpCountry Sportfishing in New Hartford, not to mention the state’s two Orvis stores and the Compleat Angler in Darien. There’s also the new kid on the block, the Local Fly Company. My association with J.Stockard doesn’t change any of this, and I’ve been very upfront with J.Stockard on my thoughts about local fly shops. Can we all get along? I believe we can.
What a treat to return to see my friends at the Farmington Valley TU Chapter last night. FVTU understands that a fed presenter is a happy presenter, and I relished my delicious burger, piled high with mushrooms and onions, washed down with a tasty Headway IPA draft. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you! The subject was “Wet Flies 2.0,” which takes a deeper dive into the subject. This group is filled with many dedicated, inquisitive anglers, and I particularly enjoyed the post-talk Q&A session. There was a palpable excitement in the room for the Farmington River book, and I’m planning on returning in the fall for a talk on the book and the river.
Photo courtesy of an unknown FVTU member. The meeting room at the Back Nine Tavern in New Britain is a terrific venue for presenting.
I tend to be slightly messy in my workspace, whether it’s tying flies or writing about fly fishing. I think it adds a creative, mad-scientist je ne sais quoi to the experience. But, there’s a point where messy looses its charm and morphs into the dreaded enemy of productivity. Worst case, it threatens your sanity. I’m generally a happy guy, and no one wants or needs to get pissed off when they’re tying flies. But writing the Farmington River book meant that I had less time to do other things, and one of them was to organize my work/tying room in the basement. This month, I finally got the toolbench under control and hung up a shiny new pegboard. My bigger tools and other implements of destruction are now all neatly stored in their proper location on metal shelving. That left my tying area.
BEFORE. Good lord, what a disaster. Messes grew exponentially, like a snowball rolling down a hill. While I had vast stores of tying materials in boxes, many of them were crammed to the point of being too hard to find that hackle when you needed it. What’s more, the system of box-stacked-upon-box was frustrating as hell: pick it up, move it elsewhere, find another box, re-stack it, arrrrrrrgh. Time to put an end to this madness!AFTER. Much better! Room to breathe, and, truth be told, this is a work in progress with some organizing still to be done. But this is a much more ergonomic workspace. The question you’re probably asking is, “What the heck did you do with all those boxes?”TA-DAH! Enter the Uline Wire Picking Cart. It measures 48″x18″x69″, with four angled shelves and one top rack. That’s plenty of space to hold materials bins, hook boxes, and threads and wires. But its best feature is that it’s on wheels. So all I have to do to access it from my chair is to roll it next to the desk. It’s a sturdy build with a very smooth roll, and I can reach the vast majority of boxes from my seat, which delights my lazy side no end. I’ve strategically placed the boxes I use the most on the lower three angled racks.
As I use the cart and test drive the work space, I’ll revisit the subject and let you know how it’s working in a future post. But for now, I’ve got flies to tie…
I hope this Monday finds you happy and healthy and ready to fish! Or, at least think about fishing. I believe we’ve all had enough of this particularly loathsome winter, and the warmer weather this week should continue the melting trend. I haven’t fished since the first week of January, and I could really use some time on the water. The Farmington River beckons….
No fishing doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy. I spent most of last week working on my tying area, cleaning and organizing, and I think I’m in a place where I’m ready to tie with a minimum of frustration (where the heck is my patch of rusty deer belly hair?) You’ll get to see it all in a future post/video etc. I’m also gearing up for the Lancaster, PA, Fly Fishing Show, now less than four weeks away, so for those of you in the area, be there or be square. Talks, classes, tying — I’m going to be doing it all. This will be my first time at this show, so I’m hoping for a strong turnout.
I’m looking forward to reconnecting with my friends at the FVTU Chapter this week. Note also the rescheduling of the Cape Cod presentation. If you’re the person in charge of hiring speakers for your club, I do in-person and Zoom presentations. Send me an email or call me, and we’ll get the ball rolling.
I’ll be posting more details on Lancaster here and on Instagram — @stevecultonflyfishing if you’re not already following — in the coming weeks. Thanks as always for reading, and for your enthusiasm.
This review is a layup. It’s not just that I love these scissors. It’s that they are, by far, the best fly tying scissors I’ve ever owned.
The two biggest problems with tying scissors are their price and their all-too-inevitable dullness. A double-edged sword, if you’ll pardon the expression, but they work fine until they don’t — and then you need to buy another pair. I used to use Brand X, which, out of my desire not to embarrass them, will remain nameless. It’s a popular brand name, and their scissors are generally available for between $20-$40. They’re nice and gleaming and sharp out of the pack, but before too long, you begin to notice that the blades just don’t have the edge that they used to. I’ve got about a dozen of these Brand X scissors littering the bottom of various receptacles in my basement, all long past their best use.
Enter Renomed. I’d seen other tiers using these scissors at the shows, and all parties had given rave reviews. Curious, I wandered over to the Renomed USA booth (this was at the Edison Fly Fishing Show) and introduced myself to Phillip, the owner. I asked him, what’s the deal with these scissors that everyone tells me are so fantastic? Less than 10 minutes later, I’m walking away with a new pair of scissors with their unique serrated blade and razor blade design.
That was a year ago. The blades still show no signs of wear. The scissors feel light in the hand, and move and operate with the kind of ergonomics you’d expect from a such a precision instrument. I like them so much that at this year’s Edison Show, I bought a larger pair, the FS8, to use for cutting deer hair and other synthetics.
The Flytier SuperCut Straight retails for $60. It’s worth every penny.
I was so busy with the book in 2025 that I kept my previous year’s rates in place. But, times change. Travel distances get longer, my cost of doing business goes up, inflation is a thing, and my altruism extends only so far. So, we’ve got new rates for 2026. Some things haven’t changed: I’m still a teaching guide; still guiding part-time only; still almost never guiding on weekends; you still need to call or email me to book a date. And — I can’t emphasize this enough — I’m strongly pushing the 4-hour lesson. Anything longer than that, and people begin to fall apart, so 4 hours is the best bang for your buck. I appreciate everyone who’s already booked time with me this year, and I’m looking forward to spending time with you on the water, and helping you improve your angling skills.
If it weren’t for the weather, this might have been the best show ever. But you don’t get to decide on such things, and when a once-in-a-decade snowstorm is thrown at you, you deal as best you can. But I come not to bury this year’s show (certainly not under 18″ of snow!) but rather, to praise it.
The Edison show is the largest fly fishing show on the east coast, and, perhaps, in the world. It has it all: vendors from rods and reels and gear and fly tying and books to guides and shops and lodges and fishing/destination travel. It’s got dozens of some of the best fly tyers in the world. If you want education, you’re in the right place: you can partake in presentations and seminars and demos and classes put on by some of the best anglers in the world. (If you want to be a rock star, you can’t hang out with Aerosmith for a few hours. If you want to become a better angler or tier, you can take a small class with George Daniel or Tim Flagler.)
Seminars! Getcher seminars here! What an honor to be included on a list with such fly fishingluminaries. All seminars are included in the price of your admission ticket. That’s a win for everyone. Classes require an additional fee, but it’s money very well spent — I get people telling me years after they’ve taken a class how much it improved their fishing. Thank you to everyone who took a class with me this year.
As a presenter, the Edison show is, for me, a multi-faceted journey into fun. I get to speak to (hopefully) large groups of people; that’s something I love to do. I get to reconnect with old and distant friends, and make new ones. I get to wander the show floor and discover all the fly fishing and tying items I didn’t know that I needed. I get to be a fanboy. And, I get to teach classes and turn other anglers on to new concepts that will help them catch more fish.
I did multiple talks on the Farmington River and was delighted by the size and enthusiasm of the crowds. The book is generating a lot of excitement, which seems to be growing exponentially. The Fly Fishing Guide to the Farmington River is at the printer, with a projected release date of June 2026. Stay tuned here for release details as they come in.Fly fishing is serious business. Or not. A little pre-seminar festivity with Landon Mayer, Jason Randall, and Chuck Furimsky.My annual pilgrimage to Wu’s Shanghai Dumpling in Edison. This is THE place for authentic Chinese dumplings and udon. I always make sure I get enough to take home. Not exactly low-cal dining, but oh-so-scrumptious. My buddies Chris Steinbeck and Pat Dorsey from the Blue Quill Angler. The BQA booth is my safe haven in Edison; I can hang out between gigs, take a load off, and socialize with passers-by. If you’re going fishing in the Denver area, these are the people to see! I managed a little bit of shopping, coming away with four wet fly capes at a bargain price, and another pair of Renomed scissors. You’ll be hearing more about Renomed on this site soon, these scissors are, by far, the best I’ve ever used.
And then on Sunday, the snows came. But the show went on, as it always does. This year, I’m doing the Lancaster show, which is March 14-15. I’ll have a tying station. See you there!
I still owe you an Edison Show report, but I wanted to take a moment today to say thank you to the CFFA for hosting me on Tyers’ Row, and for the opportunity to speak about the Farmington River. The Expo drew a good crowd, and I had a seemingly constant stream of people at my tying table. On the the things I look forward to most at this show is being able to connect with fellow tyers, vendors, and people in a scaled-down setting. The CFFA show always has a pleasant, chill vibe. I made off with some of Charles McCaughtry’s wonderful fly fishing-themed art greeting cards, some beads, and a small pack of indicators to try for low-water steelhead situations.
The highlight of the day was my standing-room-only presentation on the Farmington River. Thanks so much for coming out to see me, and I hope you buy the book when it comes out in June. Stay tuned to this website for details as they come in!
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