Tied by hand. Tied to one valley.

Jeremy Stott was born in Lewistown, Montana, and moved to Glenwood Springs, Colorado at eleven. Corruption came early — that same year he landed in one of Tim Heng's fly-tying classes, and that was more or less that. He learned to fish on local creeks and on the Colorado and Roaring Fork rivers, and the tying and rowing grew up alongside the fishing until all of it pointed one direction.

He started guiding at eighteen, the summer after high school. Two seasons in the Roaring Fork Valley told him it wasn't a phase. Thirty-some seasons later he's still at it, full-time in an RO driftboat. The Roaring Fork meets the Colorado at Two Rivers Park, a few minutes from his door. Home water, in the literal sense.

He's fished far from it. He spent about a decade guiding in Argentina — six seasons in Patagonia's San Martín region chasing trout on the Malleo and the Chimehuin, then four in the north, throwing big flies for golden dorado. Somehow in the middle of all that, he managed Playa Blanca, a fishing lodge on the Yucatan Peninsula. He always came back to the Roaring Fork. The work, and the home, are here.

The flies come from the same place the guiding does — tied for the water he knows best. The one he's proudest of is the Sacrilege, a streamer of his own design and, by his account, the best he's ever fished. Every fly on this site is tied by his hand, the same way, whether it's bound for a client's box or yours.

Off the oars, he's home with his wife and two kids.

No shortcuts. No substitutes.