FR&R Regulars . . .

. . . and the 20th Anniversary of Trout Bum

Once or twice each year I'm obliged to justify my decision to review a book by an author who is now, or has been, a columnist for, or frequent contributor to, FR&R. It gets old, but remains necessary and only fair: Either I stand guilty of cronyism or this magazine has a habit of recruiting writers whose fascination with our sport exceeds word limits set it in the lowest of thousands. Either way I'd insist on the latter explanation; and, per the old saw about alcoholics, asserting innocence is a sure sign of sin. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.