Scott Pros
Cale Van Velkinburgh
United States, Montana, Bozeman
Phone: 406-570-2057
Email: vanvelk@aol.com
Email: vanvelk@aol.com
Cale started untying tangles at age seven on a small brook trout stream in Frisco, CO. He would sit on the bank, a monofilament-ensnared Royal Wulff in his hands, and look to the sky with tears in his eyes asking God, "Why? Why?" while little trout rose eagerly around him.
Cale still finds himself diligently working on these tangles twenty years later, though he is usually working on them for his clients, and without the tears (though he still blames God). In the mean time he has managed to bum himself around the world chasing fish, amongst other things that are sometimes hard to get (like phone numbers and dates). He even went so far as to enter a fly fishing competition, but blew it when, after a long night of partying, choose to focus more on the attractive female competitors and less on the targets.
He once caught a Marlin on the fly that took him three hours to land and made him vomit over the side of the boat from exhaustion. He blamed God for that too. Though fishing has cost him several relationships, he still loves it, and now lives and works in the trout Mecca of Bozeman, Montana. He is a guide, and loves putting children on whitefish, while undoing their parents' cluster bomb-tangles. This has made him a very patient person. He also works for Yellow Dog Fly Fishing Adventures, as the South American Program Manager, in an office with nothing but fish pictures on the wall where he sets people up for trout chasing escapades across Chile and Argentina. In the winter he skis when it snows, guides in Chile when it doesn't, and writes personal essays that have, on occasion, found their way to print.
Cale still finds himself diligently working on these tangles twenty years later, though he is usually working on them for his clients, and without the tears (though he still blames God). In the mean time he has managed to bum himself around the world chasing fish, amongst other things that are sometimes hard to get (like phone numbers and dates). He even went so far as to enter a fly fishing competition, but blew it when, after a long night of partying, choose to focus more on the attractive female competitors and less on the targets.
He once caught a Marlin on the fly that took him three hours to land and made him vomit over the side of the boat from exhaustion. He blamed God for that too. Though fishing has cost him several relationships, he still loves it, and now lives and works in the trout Mecca of Bozeman, Montana. He is a guide, and loves putting children on whitefish, while undoing their parents' cluster bomb-tangles. This has made him a very patient person. He also works for Yellow Dog Fly Fishing Adventures, as the South American Program Manager, in an office with nothing but fish pictures on the wall where he sets people up for trout chasing escapades across Chile and Argentina. In the winter he skis when it snows, guides in Chile when it doesn't, and writes personal essays that have, on occasion, found their way to print.
