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HeadMy passion for fishing began early. As a boy I fished the shores of San Francisco Bay every chance I had. We fished for food. It would be years before I discovered fishing purely ... morefor fun. In my late-teens I ventured to one of the lake on Mt Tamalpais with my ugly stick and box of lures. It was there I was properly exposed for the first time to the poetic beauty of fly fishing. Not to mention witnessing how effective it can be! I was solidly out fished by guys not fifty yards away. For hours. Within a week I’d purchased a just-add-water Cortland 6wt, a handful of flies and was on my way.

The next 15 years is a blur of trips to every stream on the west slope of the Sierra, up and down the Rockies, Patagonia, anywhere I was told -or had a hunch- there might be trout. Somewhere in there I had my first kid, Jasper Trout. A girl would have been named Sierra Trout. Pretty sick, huh? The Lab was Satchel Trout. My poor (first) wife.

Eventually I discovered Trout Country in Northern California and all sane bets were off. I fished Hat Creek, the Fall, Pit, McCloud, Upper Sacramento Rivers, Squaw Creek. I’d created a job in the film industry that allowed for lots of time off. That time was used to locate, seduce and capture trout. I started fishing bamboo, tying all my own bugs, living out the back of a series of abused trucks, becoming an anti-social, fishing freak. And in retrospect, it was a quest well worth taking. I highly recommend it.

I arrived in Bend years ago, my second wife and our daughter in tow. I’ve long lost count of days on the river since we got here, but already there is a deep love for the dynamic variety of water here. This is where I should have been all along. It’s my privilege to work with the staff here at Fly and Field Outfitters. It’s my joy to share a thirty-year passion with everyone who walks through the doors, or I get the opportunity to spend time on a river with.
Being a guide here at Fly and Field Outfitters and I can’t express how happy I am to be able to call this my job! I love to teach fly fishing, from casting techniques to line control ... moreon the water, to learning about the insect life that inhabit each river.

I am very patient and relaxed while I’m on the river. I look at fly fishing as a fun way to explore the outdoors, as well as improve your skills and knowledge of fly fishing.

It is a never ending learning experience that is always changing and evolving.

I worked in the culinary industry for 7 years, so when it comes to river side meals I like to impress. I’m happy to cater to GF, Vegan and allergy sensitive situations.

My favorite thing about Fly and Field Outfitters, is they set high standards on and off the water. They also bring a family feel to the fly fishing community in Central Oregon. Fly and Field has always been my favorite fly shop to frequent because I am always greeted with a friendly smile and helping hand.

Please stop by the shop and talk with our guys, they’ll get you all lined up to go out either by yourself or on a guided trip with myself or one of our other great guides!
Fishing has been a part of my life going back as far as I can remember. At first it was something that was simply one of my favorite past times and something that I had a very keen ... moreinterest for. Somewhere around the age of ten I picked up my first fly rod, a 6’ 3wt, and I began fishing for small mouth bass and trout. This was the exact moment that my life changed, what used to be just a fun time hanging with dad quickly turned into an obsession. Any free time that I had was spent on the water and I fished that 3wt until the cork fell off.

I have been blessed with the opportunity to grow up in Oregon where the diversity for fly fishing is astounding. As a kid my favorite places to fish were always in Central Oregon, the trout fishing was something that was unmatched in my experiences. As I got older my focus turned to the coastal waters in pursuit of salmon and steelhead. Growing up in Monmouth I was lucky enough to be very near to some of the best coastal waters that Oregon has to offer.

At the age of 18 I started my guiding career at a remote, fly in lodge in South Central Alaska. I guided for all five species of Pacific Salmon and Native Alaskan Rainbow Trout. This is where I learned the ins and outs of what it takes to be a guide and where I found the passion for helping others catch the fish that I love so much.

This will be my first year guiding for Fly and Field Outfitters and I couldn’t ask for a better outfit to work with. The professionalism and positive demeanor that radiates from every staff member I have met is truly something that is unmatched. I also can’t ask for a better area to have the opportunity to guide. The waters of Central Oregon have always held a special place in my heart. Whether it’s fishing in a tangled mess of logs on the upper Deschutes or stripping streamers for Bull Trout surrounded by towering canyon walls on Lake Billy Chinook, I have always felt that Central Oregon is where I was meant to be. I am so excited to start the next adventure with Fly and Field and with you the people that make my dream job a reality.
I am so lucky to have grown up in the Sierra Nevada Mountains just minutes from Lake Tahoe. My pops is a diehard fisherman so I was on the water long before I was actually fishing. ... moreFly fishing however came much later in my life.

I went through all of the phases of a conventional fisherman from tossing night crawlers to hand carving ten-inch stick baits. It started out as just catching fish then to seeing how many I could catch and of course trophy fishing. At this point it wasn’t only about lures and speed. I studied bathymetric models of local lakes, dialed in wind models and really studied the science behind my target species.

I was in college for a couple years and had always wanted to do my own part for 9/11 and the war with the Middle East. I opted to join the Army where I served just over 4 years with a tour in Iraq and a separate tour in Afghanistan each a year long. After my last tour, my time was up and I longed for the remote destinations where I had once found spectacular golden trout and other rare species. For me, it was an evolution where I had wanted to challenge myself to the next level. This is when I discovered fly fishing. I spent the next couple of years chasing trout and other species anywhere I thought might have a remote chance of being fishy. My guiding began on Lake Tahoe dredging the bottom with bait and big lures, hunting giant Lake Trout. But I always wished I was fly fishing. I ended up working with a few great guys on the Truckee River and the now famous and infamous Pyramid Lake in Nevada. After moving to Bend I met the boys at Fly and Field and they took me in just like family. I couldn’t be happier and I can’t wait to share my knowledge and stories with you on the shop and also on the water. Myself and everyone here at FFO will make sure you have the best experience in Central Oregon.
After a decade of guiding with Fly & Field in Bend, every once in a while someone will ask me if I still like guiding fishing trips. They will ask if I still enjoy instructing ... moreclients. My response is usually followed by a reflective pause…

I love my job even more with every year that passes. There is not an office in the world that is more beautiful than mine, and I relay that in the most humble, appreciative way. Over the last decade the people that I have had the privilege to guide unrelentingly amaze me. I have guided clients from every walk of life and every continent on this beautiful blue marble. I have seen people cry with joy and giggle uncontrollably with happiness. Some clients have turned into lifelong friends, some have turned into colleagues, and some have found a greater appreciation for the sport and the rivers that we have a chance to wade through.

In the last decade I have seen, and been a part of many wonderful experiences. I’ve been lucky enough to watch people catch their first fish, catch their first wild steelhead, and catch their first rock. The rocks don’t fight hard, but man do they put a bend in a rod! I have performed weddings, salvaged sinking boats, and seen bighorn sheep stand tall on rock ledges, just like on the national geographic channel. I have taken clients children on their first fishing trip, and taken my own children on their first fishing trip.

The rivers and streams that we fish and guide have changed and I’m no different. I have changed from being described as so excited to catch fish that I would “giggle like a school girl” into being just as, or more excited about watch others catching fish. Don’t get me wrong, I still really love to catch fish! My clients have taught me as much or more as I have been able to teach them. I have learned valuable lessons, and taught some valuable lessons.

We talk about the experience of the guided trip, and words cannot convey the “real” meaning of the experience that we provide. I love instructing and having fun with those clients that are ready to have an experience that will change the way that they think about the fish, our sport, and the outdoors. I just hope that you too will be ready to let loose and start “giggling like a school girl!”
I moved to Salem, Oregon in 1992 and started fly fishing. It was a mixed bag at first with conventional gear and fly fishing up and down the Oregon coast, Willamette, Sandy, and Santiam ... moreRivers chasing salmon, steelhead and trout. It did not take long for me to drop the spinning reels for some flies. In 2005 after years of camping and fishing Central Oregon I moved to Bend and have been a guide for Fly and Field Outfitters since 2006. My first loves are the Cascade Lakes and especially Crane Prairie Reservoir chasing the infamous “Cranebows.”

My favorite days are spent teaching somebody the joys of fly fishing and watching the smiles on their faces when it all comes together with the perfect presentation rewarded by a rainbow jumping and running. I love swapping stories and sharing the knowledge of years of fishing with the next fishermen.
Glenn: People often asked me when I started fly fishing. Well, I got my first fly rod about the same time I got my first baseball glove. I was about 8 years old, but that still isn’t ... morereally the beginning… my first real fly fishing memories are from the late1940s -memories of sitting on the bank of Matilija Creek near Ojai, California. I was about 3 years old and I was tethered to my mom’s belt. See, she was an avid fly fisherwoman. Nothing stood between her and her fly fishing; certainly being a young mother wasn’t an obstacle to her. And she had learned from her dad, my grandfather, who long ago in the early 20’s had owned a fish hatchery on the slope of the San Bernardino Mountains in Southern California near what would later become the city of Riverside. And that’s how I grew up. If I wasn’t playing baseball, I was fishing. And that makes Scott the 4th generation in a direct line of fly fishers.

Fast forward to our years as young parents and countless family vacations to camping and fishing destinations with our 6 kids which of course included visiting every fly shop along the way. These times often included entertaining ourselves and the kids on long drives with far-fetched dreams of someday having our own family fly shop. That dream got closer than we realized in 1990 when we moved our family to Bend to be closer to the outdoor life we love. As a civil engineer with my own business for 35 years, I have had the freedom to incorporate memorable family fishing time into my schedule. Now, with the kids grown, it’s rewarding beyond measure to watch the little grandkids wader up or hop into a boat and head for the water with a fly rod and a smile! Now we’re talking 5th generation!

Janie: Well, my story is a little different. No camping in my background, much less fishing! And with 6 kids to handle, not all of them wanting to fish with their dad, my ‘fishing’ consisted of playing Go Fish with a dusty deck of cards on some cooler in the shade of some big tree on the banks of some river somewhere in the middle of nowhere entertaining the little ones and feeding them peanut butter and jelly sandwich picnics. But I loved it! We scoured the banks of those rivers looking for treasures -often starting our hunts looking for arrowheads and ending up with a whole collection of beer bottle caps instead! And very pleased with our ‘treasures’! But my fishing time finally came just a few years ago learning from Glenn and Scott and getting mini-impromptu casting lessons from guides. I absolutely love getting out there on the water, whether it’s dry fly fishing off the lava cliffs at East Lake or wading and casting to risers under boughs of overhanging trees on the majestic Deschutes River. Glenn and I also love getting out with the clients on the occasions that we’re baggers, cooking and camping out there. So, you can see, I’ve come a long way, as we all somehow manage to do in life one way or the other. And I count myself blessed to be part of this wonderful life experience as an owner in Fly & Field Outfitters and Guide Service.

Glenn & Janie: Our life has been filled with memorable adventures on the waters of Central Oregon. Now we welcome you to our Fly & Field Family. Join us in the shop or on a fly fishing adventure. We can hardly wait to hear YOUR story!
After growing up in the rainy Willamette Valley, I fell in love with Central Oregon on my first visit, and have been here ever since. The initial draw was the mountains and snow, but ... moreabout four years ago my life changed. I had moved into a house which had a gate opening on to the Deschutes River Trail, and my longtime friend who fished left me his spare fly rod. This was in November, so my first few months of fishing consisted of happily wandering around in the snow, freezing my fingers and toes off, and catching a grand total of zero fish.

Then, one day in the late spring, everything changed. I remember my first fish very clearly, a small Rainbow on a brown Elk Hair Caddis. I think it must have changed my brain chemistry, because I haven’t looked back since. Since that day, the pursuit of trout and their anadromous cousins has consumed my life, and I have spent every spare second chasing them all over Oregon. I guess you could say that I fish because I love to. I love small Brookies and Rainbows, I love camping in the rain for days on end in the pursuit of Steelhead, stomping around in the snow looking for Browns, and I love the places it has taken me.

I could not be happier to be part of the awesome family here at Fly and Field, and get to absorb some of their plethora knowledge.
“Just don’t touch the reel!” was the first bit of fishing advice my father ever gave me. I was no more than 5 or 6 years old, and the youngest of 4 children. My dad knew all to well ... morehow quickly a 5 year old could turn a perfectly good Mitchell 300 spinning reel into nothing more than a tangled lump of monofilament and metal. “Just back up until the fish is on the bank” he would say. Good advice at the time. It wasn’t long before I was well versed in the function of that Mitchell reel, and the passion for fishing was firmly planted.

Soon after, I was introduced to the fly rod. Not out of want, or even curiosity, but out of necessity. My grandparents were campground hosts on the Metolious River, one of Central Oregon’s most spectacular streams. The Metolious is a fly fishing only river and if I wanted to fish that beautiful stream I had some learning to do. And learn I did. Immediately it became evident that the much more experienced anglers on the river were more than happy to share and teach. I didn’t know most of their names and was surprised at how willing they were to share with me. Nor did I understand why they would want to teach a new kid on their home river how to fly fish. To this day, I swear, I would know very little, if anything, about fly fishing if it were not for the friends, family, and other anglers I have had the pleasure to fish with over the years. Although I did have to figure out on my own that you can’t make waders out of rubber boots, rain pants, and duct tape.

In the mid 80s I thought it would be a fun to take winter term off from college and spend the winter in Sun Valley Idaho…..bad idea, or a really good idea depending ones perspective. Bend was as far back to school as I ever made it and before long found myself rowing gear and guiding clients on the Deschutes River. “We paid for college so you could be a …ah…what is it you do again?” my mother would say with a smile. She knew just how much I enjoyed the life I was living and never encouraged me to change. Thanks Mom! In the late 90s the opportunity to guide the waters of Katmai National Park in Bristol Bay Alaska was presented to me. All I was told of Katmai was that it was beautiful, the fishing was fantastic, and there were a lot of bears: all incredible understatements. What an awesome place! But as unbelievable as Alaska was, I still missed the home waters around Bend.

I wasn’t back in Bend for long when on one of the first warm, sunny spring days of the season, I thought a day on Lava Lake fishing for rainbows sounded good. So I hooked up the boat, grabbed the dog and off to the lake I went. It was gorgeous. The warm spring sun had me thinking, “been 6 years since the skin below my neck has seen the sun, think I’ll get some sun while I catch a trout or two.” Not wanting to offend other anglers with some seriously pale skin, I motored to a quiet corner of the lake, and positioned the boat a good 300 yards from the nearest angler/boat. With a quick look around to make sure it was safe, the shirt came off. Maybe 2 seconds later from across the lake I hear, “Put it back on! Put it back on! You’re scaring the fish!” It was Scott Cook, owner of Fly & Field, with a boat full of clients. Soon after, I was fortunate enough to go to work for Scott and the Cook family. (And I’m pretty sure my “bronze complexion” had nothing to do with it.)

Today, a lot older, maybe a little wiser, I understand why those anglers on the Metolious River were so willing to share their knowledge, time and water – the great satisfaction of sharing a life long passion with others. I am very lucky to spend my days working in a position that allows me to share my lifelong passion for fly fishing in Oregon with the patrons of Fly & Field.
Bend born and raised, I was always immersed in the outdoor culture and lifestyle as a child and it was only a matter of time until I picked up a fly rod. This journey began when I ... morewas camping up at Little Lava Lake with my family at the headwaters of the beautiful, and infamous, Deschutes. I remember that I was tossing some of my Dad’s old lures and spoons with a small spinning rod into the current, when a fly fisherman waded down through the opposite side of the river. He was bringing fish after fish to the surface and eventually to his hand with a fly, and instantly I was mystified. What could he be doing? Thankfully, he was kind enough to explain some of the workings behind fly fishing to a young squirt like me on the water that day. The fisherman said that he was using an imitation of a natural insect to attract the fish. Mystery solved. That night I tried to create my own fly out of materials I had on hand; a small twig, spare fishing line, a tiny stinger hook, and some duck feathers. Now what I produced was far from a masterpiece, but it got me excited to learn more and be better.

So I actually started fly tying before I began the fishing part of the sport when I was probably 8 or so. Now I tie almost all my own bugs and it is as big a part of the sport for me as being on the water. I love the feeling you get from being able to fool a wild trout, who has honed its instincts for survival, to eat a clump of feathers you made, on a leader you tied, attached to a rod you built. I believe that is one of the greatest possible joys of fly fishing and can only be topped by doing it again. Chasing this high has consumed all of my free time for the better part of the last decade and don’t see any end in sight to this healthy addiction.

While fishing and tying, I must step outside my body and think about how others, even if it is only a trout, behave and act and the motives behind this. It is good practice for real life, and a good distraction to step away from it as well. I cannot even begin to guess the grandeur of places fishing will take me, but I know I will stay along for the ride wherever the trail ends.

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