Petersburg, West Virginia
As an angler, the one word that describes Appalachia better than any is this: opportunity. Species upon species claim residence to the great waters of this region and ever since I was old enough to hold that very first cartoon themed fishing rod, I have been in pursuit of just about all of them. My parents, siblings, several other family members, as well as close family friends all had a hand in showing me the ropes early on. I do not think any of them at the time realized what kind of fire they were lighting inside of me on all those weekend trips to local waters in southern West Virginia.
Twenty-some odd years later and here I am with an obsession I cannot shake. From the 15 mile a day float trips, to the 20-hour shifts on the water that drain every ounce of energy you have, to the simple, but still wildly entertaining, bluegill from a local pond – these things are what drives me to do what I do and I wouldn’t change it for the world. At an average of 200 days a year on the water, all over the east coast from New York to Florida, the Appalachian Range is where my roots are sewn, and where my heart lies along with about 50 other different species to chase.