- By: Seth Norman
True to Type
Should you judge a fly caster by his cover?
- By: Adrienne Comeau
- Photography by: Darcy Bacha
Photographer: Darcy Bacha, Rhododendron, Oregon
- By: Tosh Brown
Bluefish invade the Northeast each spring without fanfare. They’re not tracked on message boards or rumor-milled in fly shops, like stripers. Bass freaks arrange their lives around the migration, but few people budget vacation time, rise at 4:00 AM and drive three hours just to check their favorite spots for bluefish.
- By: Greg Thomas
All in a day’s work on Oregon’s Deschutes.
by Greg Thomas
photographs by the author
- By: Chris Santella
- Photography by: Brian Grossenbacher
I once asked photographer and angling adventurer extraordinaire Brian O’Keefe what advice he would offer young people who were interested in working in the fly-fishing industry. “Don’t be the guide,” he advised.
Bashful About Bright
How to catch bigger trout on sunny days.
Photographs by the author
practical&useful /// Dave Hughes
- By: John Gierach
- Photography by: Bob White
WE WERE DRIVING OVER A DIRT-ROAD PASS THROUGH Wyoming’s Salt River mountains: two muddy wheel ruts running next to the stream we’d fished that afternoon, which this high up the drainage was narrow enough to straddle. It was near sunset on a clear September evening, and as we started down the back side of the pass the valley ahead of us was a bowl of purple shade trimmed in gold. Doug reached over and turned on the GPS unit in the pickup. A meandering red line stretching to a digital horizon appeared on the screen and a female voice said, “Street name unknown.”
- By: John Gierach
Reuben didn’t like the looks of the weather, and this is a man who’s squinted at plenty of threatening skies before climbing into the front seat of a float plane.
- By: John Holt
In a fly-fishing world where nymphing for carp is considered high sport, as it should be, actively seeking mountain whitefish, except in the winter months, is considered at best déclassé. Mention of trips to favorite whitefish holes generates expressions of incredulity and disgust. As the Doors so aptly said, “Faces look ugly when you’re alone.”