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The sucker spawn

One of the year's most important—and explosive—events for trout anglers
Photo: Chad Shmukler

As winter slowly crawls along, most fly fishers are thinking ahead to warmer days on the water. During this anticipation period, thoughts of mayflies, stoneflies, and caddis hatches of epic proportions are often on the mind. And let’s face it, a hatch dense enough to suffocate anyone standing within the cloud of insects is an experience many anglers dream of. While I too dream of the upcoming hatch season, I also begin to think about other natural events which occur on my home waters here in central Pennsylvania.

Review: Orvis Chest Pack

Orvis' latest offering may convert even the most ardent vest wearers
Photo: Spencer Durrant

I’ve always been a vest guy. My granddad fished with a vest, my dad used a vest, and I used my dad’s vest until it met an untimely end thanks to a barbed-wire fence. Even though I had to retire my dad’s vest a few years after I started writing fishing gear reviews, I didn’t give a second thought to incorporating any of the backpacks, sling packs, and hip packs I’d tried out into my normal fishing routine. Those products, while good, just weren’t as comfortable for me as a fishing vest, and comfort is a huge priority for me while I’m on the water.

Scientists draft letter calling on governors to tear down the lower Snake River dams

For salmon and steelhead to survive, the dams must go
Lower Monumental Dam on the Snake River (photo: Bonneville Power / cc2.0)

Historically, the Snake River basin was the largest salmon producer in the Columbia River system, once home to salmon runs numbering in the millions. Today, all stocks of salmon and steelhead in the basin are gravely imperiled and some are at the precipice of extinction. Over the last 20 years, the federal government has invested nearly $17 billion into the recovery of Snake River Basin salmon and steelhead—with little to nothing to show in the way of results.

Big boy camping

The bacon sizzled in the skillet, and the lake, a giant black-water pothole lined by cypress, oak, beech and gum trees, was brimming with potential
Photo: William L. Farr / cc4.0

The hardwood fire smoked and sizzled in the early morning mist as Benny arranged the coals so they might support the weight of a cast-iron skillet lined with strips of fresh bacon. The smoke curled slowly — almost lazily — through the naked, gray branches of the cypress trees where it eventually mingled with the morning fog over the lake and seemingly disappeared.

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