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.