I grew up in Fort Jones, a little mountain town surrounded by the wild beauty of the Marble Mountains. My grandmother was the one who first showed me how powerful nature could be. She didn’t fish, but she taught me to notice the simple things—the scent of pine after rain, the way the wind moves through the trees, the quiet power of the mountains. When I lost her as a teenager, I felt unmoored. For years, I searched for peace in all the wrong places. But eventually, I found my way back to the rivers and forests she loved, and that’s where everything changed.

Fly fishing gave me a reason to be in those places—to slow down, to pay attention, to be in the moment. There’s a saying: trout don’t live in ugly places. That’s part of what keeps me hooked. I get to spend my days in some of the most beautiful spots on earth, and even better, I get to share them with others.

It was 2020 when everything clicked. That’s why in 2020, I decided to swap my cubicle and deck for a drift boat. I left my job to follow my dream and started Bock Fly Fishing—not just to guide, but to teach. Fly fishing isn’t as hard as people think, but there’s a difference between catching fish and learning how to catch fish. It takes time, but once it clicks, it opens up a whole new world. My goal is to help people experience that, whether it’s their first time on the water or their hundredth.

Every trip is about more than just fishing—it’s about being present, appreciating where you are, and maybe hearing a good story or two along the way.