it didn't begin with me, and i hope it doesn't end with you.

My passion for the wilderness and fly fishing started with my father, Harold W. Clover. He was a photographer at heart and aimed his lens at the natural world around him with the desire to conserve it for himself and generations to come. Harold ran the Conservationist Magazine through the Missouri Department of Conservation. He is credited for taking the publication from a quarterly tabloid to a monthly magazine. He put a book in my right armpit and told me to start casting. And i did and continue to. It is this same spirit that drives my desire to share mementos from my experiences in nature. 

The spirit of the wild was our common bond. He shaped my connection to the water just as much as the loop in my cast. He gave me so much, yet I have nothing physical to remember him by. I want more. I want to give more. And as it happens the call to action came from an unexpected place, my son’s school project. Make something from recycled materials. And the dumpster diving began. We found leather scraps and born from those first scraps came a floatant holder and then a leather box. I stopped dumpster diving and started purchasing the materials, dying and waterproofing the leather, and perfecting pieces that connect generations. And so sprung Clover Fly Box.

After years of working and reworking, my craft is ready to share, just as yours is. A box to hold flies and ounces of advice. A wallet that will keep your favorite fishing hole a secret as long as you wish. A lanyard that keeps function simple, so you can focus on the rainbows.