Ask The Proz LLC
Our Story
Long before smartphones tracked fish or drones scouted the shoreline, our family cast lines into quiet waters guided only by instinct, weathered tackle boxes, and a deep love of the outdoors passed down through four generations.
It all started with a flat tire, a cold beer, and a bit of serendipity—how our favorite camp was discovered and how so many of our best memories began. From the wooded shores of northern Minnesota to the sparkling waters of Ontario, the rolling fields of Iowa to the coastal edges of New York, we’ve chased fish—and peace—in all seasons and states.
We remember when entertainment meant chasing lightning bugs with a fishing net and sliding into base during a game of Running Man as the sun dipped below the trees. Those moments, like the fish stories told around the fire, echo through every cast we make today.
Though the newest generation blends tradition with technology—casting beside GPS-guided trolling motors and high-res sonar—we still honor the old ways. Our tackle boxes hold memories as much as lures, always stocked with “old faithful”: red and white spoons, a trusted Suick, or Robert’s mud puppy, each with its own history of hits and hopeful casts.
We don’t believe in superstition, not really. But you’ll never see us leave the water without one last cast. And somehow, it's never enough.
Because time on the water isn’t just time—it’s peace. It’s legacy. It’s who we are.
Cymbria
My compass points to the water, heart beats for bite and the big sky.
If it involves fresh air, open water, or firewood, count me in. I’m Cymbria and was raised on the rhythm of tides, current of the lake and the whisper of lake winds—whether it is fly fishing a tranquil Minnesota bay or chasing striped bass off the coast, I have always felt most at home with a rod in hand and a story in the making-but always near the water.
My love for the outdoors runs deep—fueled early on not only within the family but with years in the Girl Scouts. All of which taught me to pitch tents, paddle canoes, and appreciate a perfectly toasted marshmallow. After having my daughter, I circled back to where it all began, volunteering to teach young girls how to fish through the Girl Scouts. Seeing their excitement as they cast for the first time is a thrill all its own.
One trip to Montana rekindled something in me: fly fishing under big skies and bigger dreams. That journey carried me to Wyoming’s Jackson Hole, where I followed the Snake River like a chapter in a long-lost book. I still think about the pulse of the water there—and how it changed mine.
Also, unforgettable? That 46-inch striped bass I landed. Let’s just say it earned a brief moment of dating profile fame (and at least one message that began with “Nice fish. Also, hi.”).
Professionally, I started in finance and evolved into technology. It turns out I like solving problems as much as I love solving where the fish are hiding. Whether I am coding, analyzing, or cooking over a campfire, I bring the same spirit: curious, grounded, and always ready to dive in.
Shane
The Reel Life: Chasing Giants and Crafting Tales
From the moment my hands first wrapped around a rod, the water called to me, and I've been answering
that call ever since. I'm Shane and for decades, fishing hasn't just been a hobby; it's been the rhythm of
my life, a constant pursuit of that perfect cast and the thrill of the unknown beneath the surface. I'm a
small-town man with a big-fish obsession, and if you ask me, the only thing better than a monster Musky
is the story you get to tell about the one that almost got away (or the one that did, if I'm feeling
particularly ornery).
There's a certain kind of peace found only on the water, a symphony of lapping waves, the hum of an
outboard, and the splash of a well-placed lure that drowns out the cacophony of town life. It's where the
real conversations happen, whether I'm out on a weekend trip with family, teaching the next generation
the art of the retrieve, or sharing a sunrise with a few good friends, all of us united by the silent promise
of a tight line.
My tackle box is a testament to my dedication – filled with lures that are perhaps a bit too big, but just
right for the out-of-slot Musky that haunts my dreams and fuels my next adventure. And when the day
winds down, and the fire pit crackles under a star-strewn sky, you'll find me, rod in hand, ready to spin a
yarn or two. Just be warned: my campfire stories are as legendary as the fish I chase, and the
punchlines often keep you hanging until the very last ember.
So, if you're looking for someone who lives for the tug on the line, the quiet camaraderie of the boat, and
the endless pursuit of the next great fishing tale, you've found him.
Adam
The Angler, The Explorer, The Anchor Retriever (by "Voluntold" Decree)
For me, life's best stories aren't found in a book, but written on the water, under an open sky, and often with a fishing rod in hand. I'm Adam, and I've been chasing the elusive pull of a classic bite and the quiet thrill of unexplored corners since I was old enough to hold a paddle. There’s a certain romance to the wild, a timeless beauty in the rhythm of a canoe slicing through still water, or the gentle hum of a reel as a line sings out.
My adventurous spirit was perhaps forged in the depths of the Boundary Waters, where "exploring the not-so-explorable" became a family tradition—especially when it involved me being "voluntold" to swim down and free a particularly stubborn anchor. (Yes, I literally get my feet wet for the cause.) That same curiosity, a willingness to dive headfirst into the unknown, still guides me today, whether I'm navigating a new waterway or simply figuring out where the biggest fish are hiding.
You'll often find me in a canoe or kayak, embracing the purest form of water travel, or perhaps showing the next generation of adventurers how to perfect their cannonball off the side of the boat. Water sports aren't just a pastime; they're a way of life, a constant invitation to connect with nature on its own terms. The quiet solitude of a morning cast, the splash of a perfect jump, the crackle of a campfire under a blanket of stars—these are the moments I live for.
So, if you appreciate a good fish tale, the beauty of the untouched wild, and someone who's always ready for the next adventure (even if it means a cold swim), you've found a kindred spirit. Let's explore.
