If you have found your way here you may be curious as to who I am. It is likely you have followed my link from some other portal on some other forum somewhere out there in cyberworld. So I shall do my best to explain who I am.
My name is Brent Reece and like you I am an avid fisherman and fly tyer. Among my many interests, I am a founding member of the Houlton Chapter of Trout Unlimited, Southern Aroostook Bass Anglers, and MSBC Christian Sportsman. The latter organization is still up and running successfully under the heading of Ed Ellis, a good Christian brother. The TU chapter is just getting started. But the B.A.S.S. chapter failed to survive beyond it’s first year. (Not enough interest I’m afraid.)
In addition to having a tendancy to start clubs like most people start their cars. I love to promote hunting and fishing anywhere I can. I can assure you that I don’t take my work in these organizations lightly. They are tools for reaching people about our common interests. If you enjoy hunting and fishing then go out share that love with others. That is how we protect our traditions.
I am here to assist in educating my fellow flyfishers in all forms of tying and fly fishing. This Blog is “our” voice. Here we will exchange ideas and seek knowledge. All of us will learn more and be better for the experience. Like you I have fostered my intertests in many ways. This BLOG is just another way for me to share my love if fishing and flytying.
I will from time to time post a fly and have you guess it. This fosters knowledge and challenges you to research your hobby more. In each case I will preselect a prize and award it to the first person who correctly identifies the fly.
Just a little more background information may be in order. I started fishing at the age of 6 and have never really stopped. Back in 1978 the Clean Water Act changed my life. That Spring I caught the first recorded brown trout ever caught in the Meduxnekeag River. Do to the introduction of our new sewer system and the sewage treatment plant. That turned my river into a trout haven and not an open sewer as it had been for 100 years. That brownie changed me forever. Thanks to Mr. Sprague who lived on the river I also learned how to fly cast that spring. I have never loved anything more than fishing since.
I could write an endless series of stories here and try to be like every other self obsorbed Blog on the wire… but I won’t. As I said this is “our” voice, not just mine.
I would like to thank Steve Remington for this chance through Skinny Moose media to reach you. I hope you will take advantage of the site and share your knowledge with us all.