The Trip From Hell

...and how to avoid it

Istepped off the plane in Anchorage and realized that I had dreamed of this moment--of fishing in Alaska--for years. I had read everything I could get my hands on about fly-fishing in Alaska. I had seen the pictures of massive grizzly bears standing in the current and catching salmon in their mouths as the fish struggled to their spawning grounds. I had listened to lectures and heard stories of spectacular scenery with gigantic, lonely stretches of land inhabited by moose and eagles. This is the trip that I will remember for the rest of my life, I told myself. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.