Fool’s Errand

  • By: John Gierach
  • Illustrations by: Bob White

In mid-August we flew to the headwaters of the George River at Lake Juliet, just over the Labrador border in eastern Quebec, and launched a pair of 20-foot fiberglass canoes. As far as we knew, we’d be only the fourth party in more than 100 years to canoe this part of the river.


  • Photography by: Adam Tavender

Photographer: Adam Tavender
Subject: Right from the start of a recent Babine River raft trip a friend from Colorado talked about firing off a few of the shotgun shells he’d brought. He called them Dragon’s Breath, so I knew they must be good. Ostensibly, they’re meant to frighten away nosy bears.

Frost Heave

  • By: Dave Karczynski
  • Photography by: Tom Hazelton

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AFTER A 13-HOUR SOUTH-BY-SOUTHEAST voyage, Tom Hazelton and I have finally arrived in the Cumberland Plateau, and a Tennessee native—Towee Boats’ Captain Todd Gregory—is giving us a tour.

We take in ancient, tortoise-dome mountains, woodplank barbecue shacks, and yes, it’s true, the Tennessee trinity—that being Dollar Generals, churches and sex shops.

Welcome to the Club

  • By: Dave Sherwood

If fly-fishing had a range, like a species of bird or plant, it might be considered “spotty.”
Populations of fly anglers have long been restricted to places where a rare combination of wealth, leisure time and education spawn the perfect microclimate. On a map, the United States and Great Britain stick out, with scattered migrants who flock seasonally to high-mountain or tropical habitats.

Sporting Life

  • By: John Gierach
  • Illustrations by: Bob White

I went fishing a few days after my mother died, and not long before her funeral. This was after I asked my sister if she needed me for anything and she told me, no, everything was being taken care of. The subtext here is that I’m not the one in the family anyone would trust with such important arrangements.

Big, Dumb and Half Blind

  • By: Greg Thomas

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I’m not into numbers as a way to describe the quality of a fishing trip. If I were, half my life has been wasted on Pacific Northwest steelhead, where a tally of one a day, especially during the cold and rainy winter season, is about as good as anyone can hope for.

Angler of The Year

  • By: Zach Matthews

The pr people had a tough task ahead of them. Their bosses—an international multi-billion-dollar syndicate, headed up by a Canadian mining company called Northern Dynasty Minerals—wanted to start digging on a new project.

First Bill

  • By: Crai Bower

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Thirty-seven volcanoes rise from the Guatemalan landscape. During an average three days of angling out of Guatemala’s Casa Vieja lodge, in Puerto San José, a guest might expect to raise twice that number of sailfish. To be clear, the fishing isn’t always that good; sometimes it’s better. Much better.


  • By: Dave Sherwood

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Bristol Bay River Academy
An Alaskan fishing academy could be a model for all angling communities.