Windshield Time

 

Time flies so fast sometimes I have a hard time remembering where I've been and what I've been doing.  It feels good to stop and take a moment to breath.  My life's been crazy in the past six months. Lots of windshield time, lots of time on airplanes. Lots of nights in random hotel rooms, but I'm still breathing.


Spring in Montana, South Dakota, Chicago, California, Mexico, Oregon, Wisconsin.  The summer fishing season had a late start so I did what I could. Played music, spent time with good family, friends, and made time for R & D with new friends.


Please leave comments and enjoy. 


Thanks


Austin




Bike days

Bend, OR

Had the pleasure to hang out with RA Beattie in Bend, Oregon in the spring. 

We photographed a guitar for Bob Dylan and put together some other images and video clips for Breedlove Guitar Company. When we were done working, we headed out to learn a bit about the Metolius River. Beautiful place. 

Cali and Dakota

Fishing with Juan in Wisconsin

Home to Chicago

Casa Blanca in Yucatan, Mexico

Guide Season

It was a good one. Met some pretty outstanding people. Well see what happens next year.  

The Fall should be a riot.  In Chicago for a few more days then heading back West to start some film projects and hunt and fish for myself.  Hope to see you there.  Check back for updates and current works

Seasons

Castle Rock: Gallatin River

This winter was a long one.  But a beautiful one. And it kept snowing. Making for a vibrant spring that seemed to be never-ending. With hundred year floods, it took a while for the free-flowing rivers to rid their one channel like stride. July rolled around and we were ready for it, but it came slow. Rivers raging and weather patterns showing no consistency, we were tested. 

Spawning Raimbows: Missouri River 

Summer came like a rolling stone, and rolled right away. Routine trips to the Yellowstone, early mornings and late nights.  Chasing foam, catching brown trout with mice.  It's now september and it feels  as is if August was a year ago. 

The seasons must be changing. I sit with great anticipation for the fall.  Reds, yellows, and browns already beginning to show themselves. Records amounts of migrating birds already starting to make their way into town. It should be one for the Guinness books.  

Midnight float : Lower Madison River

Cockfight

Suenos De Yucatan

My good friend and Guide Joe Sharpe and I spend a good part of our summers waiting around for clients, telling stories and talking.  About tarpon.  Plans were made for February but I was not going to be able to Join the crew heading to San Felipe.  I was very jealous that I would not get to spend time in Mexico with three of my best fishing buddies.


February 4th, 2011. Missoula Montana.  


My phone rings. It's my dad.  "Stone", he says. "Yeah pop?".  "Faulk screwed up his plans, can't go."

"Wanna go to Mexico tomorrow?"

It took me a second to figure out whether or not he was screwing with me or not. He called back ten minutes later and told me I would be flying out of MSO airport in the morning.  

I wore my flats boots to the bar that night. 

Somehow I am never surprised by my life and the crazy opportunities that arise. I'll thank my old man for that one.