Articles

I shot Muldowney

And you would have too

by Jon Tobey - Tuesday, May 14th, 2019

Photo: Pat Chattack / cc2.0 modified.

I shot Muldowney, and you would've shot that double-crossing low-holer too. Except once I tell you what he did, you would've filleted him out and fed his bones to your dogs, meaning between you and me, I'm the one who showed restraint. Course everybody always figured it, but nobody could prove it, so I was left alone on the water for 40 years to tend my traps. But now they stuck a camera up my ass and I'm going to die of cancer, so I don't mind who knows it.

The fish that made a river famous

Is catch and release killing cutthroat restoration efforts on the South Fork?

by Chris Hunt - Friday, May 10th, 2019

A pair of Yellowstone cutthroat trout (photo: Pay Clayon / Fish Eye Guy Photography).

If the determining factor in the effort to save the native Yellowstone cutthroat trout of Idaho’s South Fork of the Snake River is how hard cutthroats fight at the end of a leader … well, then, the fight is already lost.

Hanging by a thread

The future of fishing is in serious peril

by Todd Tanner - Thursday, May 9th, 2019

Smoke from a wildfire nearly obscures the sun near the author's home (photo: Todd Tanner).

We’re anglers. We focus on our next big fish, or our next session at the tying vice, or our next trip to Alaska or Montana or the Florida Keys. We swap stories, and we share photos, and we fixate on the big one that got away.

Silver linings

Chasing salmon, and hope, on Alaska's Tsiu River

by Tom Davis - Wednesday, May 8th, 2019

Photo: Christopher Daniel

Early on our second day of silver salmon fishing on Alaska’s “Lost Coast’’—the vast arc of wind- and wave-torn desolation that spans Cordova and Yakutat—the nominal leader of our group, Tom Ackerman, made a profound observation.

“I didn’t think it was meteorologically possible,” he mused from beneath the dripping hood of his Gore-Tex jacket, “for it to rain this much.”

Little did he know that we hadn’t seen nuthin’ yet.

The Crow Rock years

Nowhere did we have more fun, or enjoy better smallmouth fishing, than we did at Crow Rock

by Tom Davis - Monday, May 6th, 2019

Photo: Rueben Browning

Some summer evenings, walking the trail along the Fox River after the sun’s gone down, I’ll see a fishing boat returning to the landing with its running lights on—red/green on the bow, white astern.