The bird was in a terrible spot, but if he was willing to gobble I had to try to call him. It’s simply in the contract.
Silver anniversary
by Tom Davis - Thursday, Apr 16th, 2020
by Tom Davis - Thursday, Apr 16th, 2020
The bird was in a terrible spot, but if he was willing to gobble I had to try to call him. It’s simply in the contract.
by Tom Hazelton - Wednesday, Apr 15th, 2020
We drove west into the setting sun, already shadowed by the approach of a heavy cloud bank. The put-in was only a few minutes’ ride from our campsite, and we spent it mostly in silence.
“I’m kind of nervous,” I said at last.
“Me too,” JT answered quickly, as if he had been thinking the same thing, or had been about to say it himself.
by Chris Hunt - Thursday, Apr 9th, 2020
I got my first real look at Keen sandals when a buddy of mine from Sandpoint visited Idaho Falls one spring. Loren was a tireless Trout Unlimited volunteer, and a rabid angler—he’d fish for anything, anytime. So when I suggested we hit the Snake River in search of carp, he was enthusiastic.
“Do I need waders?” he asked, and then looked down at his feet. “Or will these do?”
by Hatch Magazine - Tuesday, Apr 7th, 2020
Do you have a hard time picking the right dry fly when you’re on the water? Are you more comfortable with nymphs? Or streamers? Do you struggle to tell a good dry fly pattern from a not-so-good dry fly pattern?
If you answered “yes” to any of those questions then you might want to participate in an upcoming first from The School of Trout.
by Johnny Carrol Sain - Monday, Apr 6th, 2020
Twice in my life I’ve accidentally stepped on a snake. Both encounters happened during my teen years.
The first time, I simply felt movement transmitted through my shoe’s sole, which sent a jolt through my soul, as I knew what creature was likely underfoot but had no idea of the species. It was a speckled kingsnake, who seemed no worse for wear with my foot on its back, and slithered off with my apologies.