by Spencer Durrant - Thursday, Jul 23rd, 2020
March is the cruelest month. At least, it is for anglers in the Rocky Mountains. March flirts with the idea of spring, stringing along enough warm days that the bigger bugs start hatching. After a winter of tossing tiny flies, the size 18 blue-winged olives that first show up in March are a welcome reprieve.
by Chris Hunt - Tuesday, Jul 21st, 2020
Ah, the summer of COVID-19. Won’t we have some stories to tell to the grandkids?
For me, it was supposed to be, largely, a Canadian summer. I had two trips planned to the Arctic, and one trip to the Yukon, just shy of the Arctic Circle. Pike. Grayling. Brook trout.
by Chad Shmukler - Monday, Jul 20th, 2020
In recent years, steelhead populations along the west coast of the United States have continued to dwindle. 2019 was another dismal year for steelhead returns throughout the Pacific Northwest, sparking fishing closures, with the usual suspects to blame—poor ocean conditions caused by marine heatwaves, the impacts of hatchery fish on wild populations and, of course, habitat degradation and the myriad other impacts of dams on watersheds that are historically home to anadromous fish.
by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Jul 15th, 2020
At some point, old bones and the desire to have more “stuff” with you when you venture afield will win out. You may be a mountain goat now, able to boulder hop your way up a tight canyon or hike five miles before you make your first fly cast over wild trout, but you just wait. That high-school football knee injury? The slip-and-fall on the ice all those years ago? The lower back that just “goes out” for no particular reason?
by Spencer Durrant - Monday, Jul 13th, 2020
A few months ago, we introduced you to The Adventurer’s Son, a novel by renowned explorer Roman Dial which tells the story of the disappearance of and search for his late son Cody, who walked into a Costa Rican jungle in July of 2014 and never walked out.
In much of rural America, the town dump remains the great equalizer. Sometimes known as the more sanitary sounding “transfer station,” it’s the place that virtually...
It felt like a slower-than-usual day. But then, on the morning after, I noticed a tender area a few inches to the right of my belly-button—not coincidentally, the place...
The notion that Alaskan pollock are a...
Korkers new Stealth Sneaker is a hybrid of the wading shoes we’ve seen grow in popularity lately and the tried-and-true wading boots...
There’s a creek freak in every fly fisher, even if it's compartmentalized away, deep in the emotional recesses of our psyches. Most of us who have fly fished for years —...
The notion that Alaskan pollock are a...
