I've been sitting here at the kitchen table, thinking, and I just realized that I haven't been fishing in a long time — more than a month — and that winter is here.
The trout of winter
by Todd Tanner - Tuesday, Dec 3rd, 2019
by Todd Tanner - Tuesday, Dec 3rd, 2019
I've been sitting here at the kitchen table, thinking, and I just realized that I haven't been fishing in a long time — more than a month — and that winter is here.
by Spencer Durrant - Saturday, Nov 30th, 2019
I’ve used the same pair of wading boots for more than four years. Aside from the half-dozen boots I’ve worn for reviews in that time frame, I haven’t changed boots because I haven’t needed to. Even a yearly average of 120 fishing days hasn’t pushed me to the boot section of my local fly shop.
by John Juracek - Friday, Nov 29th, 2019
For the past several seasons I’ve been spending most of my fishing time pursuing brown trout. Free-rising brown trout. While so engaged, I’ve been reminded countless times of a feeding quirk particular to this species. It’s this: Brown trout react to food according to their own whims and fancy, completely independent of its presence and abundance. Surround them with a good hatch, spinner fall, or stonefly flight, and brown trout might feed readily, might feed haphazardly, or maybe not at all.
by Chad Shmukler - Tuesday, Nov 26th, 2019
Fly anglers are inundated with gear choices—rods, reels, boots, waders, lines, packs, bags, boxes, vests, apparel and more. Each year, it seems harder and harder to know what's worth coveting and what's worth ignoring. Sure, gear reviews are a great way to get a feel for what might be right for you, but not every piece of gear is suited to a full-length review and, even if it were, there's simply too much of it to get to.
by Chris Hunt - Monday, Nov 25th, 2019
Years ago, while doing a series of stories on Yellowstone National Park for my job as an editor/reporter for the Idaho State Journal, I saw my first Yellowstone lake trout. It came from the depths of a deep freeze housed by the National Park Service near Lake Village, and when the park biologist pulled it from the big, white industrial-sized behemoth, I was shocked.
The fish took two hands to hold, and likely stretched the tape well beyond the 30-inch mark.