Scott Pros
Michael Gracie
United States, Colorado, Denver

Michael grew up in South Florida before development to the eastern border of Everglades National Park was on anyone’s mind. He’d hop neighbors’ fences to catch bass from their ponds, or simply work the canal by his middle school bus stop. He bought his first fly rod using a combination of lawn mowing fees and spare change he picked up repotting trees at the local nursery, when he was just ten years old. Gracie’s professional career has spanned bankruptcy/reorganization, mergers & acquisitions, and running venture capital backed technology startups, on three separate continents. While he’s taken time off to scuba dive, ski/snowboard, and play some very bad rounds of golf, his first love has always been fishing. Michael is the developer of websites such as MidCurrent, Anglers Tonic, and the American Fly Fishing Trade Association, provides technology support to Deneki Outdoors, blogs semi-prolifically on his own site, michaelgracie.com, and has written for Angling Trade. He also plies his extensive business experience as a finance, technology and business development advisor to numerous enterprises within the fly fishing world. For Michael, deciding to fish Scott Fly Rods was a choice that came down to esthetics. After spending a year fishing the G2 905/4 he picked up soon after moving to Colorado, he began to wonder why the rod he pulled out of the closet most often was also the one that marketing folks had spent the least amount of time choosing colors for. After fishing G2s down to 2-weight, S4s’s up to 12-weight, and most everything in between, he speculation was confirmed – a rod manufacture could indeed produce the best performing, most fun-to-fish rod, by perfecting their product for angling instead of fashion shows. Michael can be found beating up carp on Denver’s South Platte River, chasing trout all over the western US, and occasionally (ok, maybe more often that he should) finagling his way into [someone else’s] saltwater adventures. That is, when he’s not burning candles from both ends.