North Island, South Island . . . Who Cares?
On my first (and so far only) visit to this land of jaw-dropping browns and rainbows, each day I caught at least one trout that was bigger than any I had ever landed before the trip. I can’t hope to repeat that, but I’d sure like to try.
- By: Seth Norman
Standing at the top of a long metal ramp I surveyed rows of yachts moored along the marina’s five floating docks, craft ranging from 25 feet to four times that. My future in-laws waved from one, a Bayliner a few slips down. I waved back, smiled, glanced down and for a moment couldn’t believe my polaroids.
- 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.
- By: Dave Karczynski
- Photography by: Tom Hazelton
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.