At the tender age of 3 years old I caught my first fish. I was ice fishing with my dad, and I remember staring at a boat that served the purpose of a bobber. When it disappeared under the ice it was then that I realized i had a fish on. The fish flopped around on the ice and then sat still allowing me to stare in amazment at the shiney crappie. It was then that I became obsessed with the silver bullet that swam around beneath the surface.
Alaska is where my love of fly-fishing originated. I’m still an addict and always will be. It’s my dream to travel around the world with a fly-rod in one hand and a camera in the other. Hopefully I can someday make that dream a reality.
P.S. Too Too was the nickname given to me by my dad when I was a little girl.