Profile of Paul Smith

Paul Smith, a native of Spaniard’s Bay, fishes and wanders the outdoors at every opportunity. He can be contacted at flyfishtherock@hotmail.com.

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  • Better than the good ole days

    Supper ran quite late, because this afternoon we made our first outing on the salty ocean to fish for cod. Recreational fishing has been ...

  • Camp cuisine in the big land

    It’s difficult even for the finest of dining establishments to compete with mud trout sizzled to succulent perfection by the edge of a gurgling ...

  • Mountain climbing in Spaniard’s Bay

    Isn’t it lovely to sit back on your backyard patio or deck and enjoy a good book while the sun sinks into the ocean? Reading takes you to far ...

  • A few Good Books

    I do, and most outdoorsy folks likely share my taste in literature, at least to some extent. Letting my eyes wander above my computer screen, ...

  • Sporting Clays ... and Moose Soup

    This effort is a very ethical, as well as a practically use of one's preseason spare time. I've been hitting the rifle range on a somewhat ...

  • Paul Smith: Mend your ways

    But let me relate the story of Matt’s light bulb incident on Castor River, and then decide for yourself if you think this mending business has ...

  • Paul Smith: The lowdown on bite tippets

    But maybe you have cast flies in salty southern waters. If this is the case, you either know the function of a bite lead, or you have cast ...

  • Paul Smith: A little homesick, but happy about cod fishing

    I appreciate a month in the south, but it will never be home — not for me. Some permanently make the transition to warm salty water, sand ...

  • Paul Smith: Lord of the flies

    But no matter about the wonderful warm weather and abundant feisty fish — I’m still itching to cast a fly to the quarry I’m most passionate ...

  • Paul Smith: Fishing in Florida, Part 2

    Our Newfoundland coastal water never reaches such warmth, so I will stick to sea trout and cod while prowling the frigid waters of Conception ...