A Long Time Coming!

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you have killed my father, prepare to die! Kidding. My name is Grant Bullinger. "Hello Grant." And I am a fly fisherman. I started fly fishing 13 years ago. When I first started, I would go fly fishing on the weekends with friends. Before I knew it, I found myself fly fishing during the week, alone. I know I need help but I can't stop.

Yeah, I'm a fish-aholic. I admit it. I have a problem. I live in Texas and as you may know, Texas does not have trout. What it does have is a ton of warm water rivers with an abundance of species. I know. I have fly fished here for over 13 years. I think about fishing all day and if I'm lucky, I dream about it at night.

Fly fishing is a gateway hobby. Hobby is too weak of a word. It's a gateway obsession. When I first started, I wore rubber waders and my rod and reel came from Wal-Mart. My tailspin started when I bought my first pair of Orvis breathable waders. Wow! What a difference that made. After the waders came the onslaught of various fly rods. I have 6 graphite rods; Orvis, Temple Fork Outfitters, and Sage. 3 weight to 8 weight. I have the gear to fish from small freestone creeks to the Redfish filled waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I wish I knew how many flies I owned that are held in the 15 different fly boxes that I have. I am a junkie looking for my next fix. I thought I had tried it all until one fateful day.