Elite Pro Profile: Justin Waters

By Sage Fly Fish

Justin Waters was born in Panama City Beach, Florida and moved to Crystal River, Florida shortly after that. His first memories were fishing for largemouth bass and other spiny rays off of his Grandmother's dock. After falling in love with the largemouth that hid deep in the swamps and back waters of the Withlacoochee River, he trashed his first of many props at the age of 11. He discovered flats fishing when he was about 12 years old and the saltwater intrigued him and took hold of his life from then on out.

Moving to Washington state and obtaining a degree in Fisheries, Justin then started fishing Puget Sound, and shortly after Hood Canal. After a brief disruption to head into Yellowstone Country and work for Mike Lawson at Henry’s Fork Anglers, he moved back to Washington. Justin got his Captain's license, and quickly became one of the most booked guides in Washington’s Hood Canal and Puget Sound. He now owns All-Waters Fly Fishing and Guide Service, runs an 18′ center console bay boat, ties flies commercially, and is on the water more often than not.


Silverdale, WA

home waters

Puget Sound & Hood Canal

local fly shop

Avid Angler, Seattle, WA

target species

Sea Run Cutthroat, Bull Trout, Pacific Salmon

perfect setup

Sage SALT HD 690, Sage SPECTRUM MAX, RIO OutBound

career highlights

I'm proud of building the business on a good work ethic, being a part of the fly fishing community, and having true love for what we do. I love the community of fly fishing and I am super proud to share it with the world.

conservation work

We have raised money for Hood Canal Salmon Enhancement, Coastal Cutthroat Coalition, and Henry’s Fork Foundation.

philosophy on fly fishing

I truly believe that the only way to 'win' at fly fishing is to have more fun than everyone else. So my philosophy is that no matter what we will always have fun.

one tip to improve one's fishing

Do everything for a reason.

a good fishing story

We were fishing Hood Canal tucked into a bay back in March of last year. Around 8 am I accidentally ran over my client's fly line with the prop of the boat. Getting the line out required I hang off the back of the boat, all the while being careful not to slip in the freezing water. Right as I got the line free I felt my truck keys fall from my pants pocket into my bibs, out of my bibs into my jacket, and out the neck of my jacket into the water... I jumped up and ran to mark the spot on my GPS, as we were at high tide and it was about 20’ deep. Those keys were lost as far as I was concerned. We had a great day, fishing the early chum fry hatch on Hood Canal and made our way back down towards the ramp around 2 o’clock. After dropping my clients off I got back on the boat and thought, “Well, I'm stuck either way... it can’t hurt to try.” It was a big tide shift so I ran way back up north to see how deep those keys were. It took about an hour, but in the crystal clear water I looked down and somehow found the keys. The tide had dropped about 12’, so now they were in about 8’ of water. I stripped down and dove into 54 degree water and found them. As I came up freezing, proud, and laughing, I climbed back up in the boat. Just in time for a old lady to heckle me from way up on the hillside overlooking the bay. Something like, “The water's cold huh naked boy?!”

perfect day

Life is pretty good, so any day we get to be on the water.

contact info