
I read a lot of fly fishing writing. I enjoy the vast majority of it. Honestly, there is some fly fishing writing that I enjoy that is not objectively good. It might have some personal, nostalgic appeal that overshadows its technical flaws. It could be from a friend or acquaintance, allowing me to read a little more into the words than the average reader would otherwise be able to. Plus I’m an optimist.
However, I do know good writing. Some authors pen words with the grace of a mayfly; their narratives flow with the natural grace of a spring creek. Even when the subject matter isn’t my favorite, I get pulled along in the current of their prose.
The first time I read Trout Madness, I knew that it was objectively good fly fishing writing. Even as a teenager, I could appreciate the approachability and the depth; the effortless use of humor and philosophy; the way he could ask fishing questions and scratch at the bigger questions of life. All of that – in a fly fishing book.
Robert Traver was a good writer. And he isn’t alone.









