Highlights

Personal History

  • By: Seth Norman
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True to Type

Should you judge a fly caster by his cover?

Short Casts

  • By: Adrienne Comeau
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Intruders for Steel Tying creativity for its own sake. jThe first time I fly-fished FOR STEELHEAD WAS on a warm February day on a small stream just outside Vancouver, British Columbia. Although I was happy just to have a cast turn over and to shoot some line, my fishing buddy landed two hot, chrome, wild winter fish.

Presentation

  • Photography by: Darcy Bacha
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Photographer: Darcy Bacha, Rhododendron, Oregon

Haters Gonna Hate

  • By: Tosh Brown
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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.

Angler's Journal

  • By: Greg Thomas
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All in a day’s work on Oregon’s Deschutes.

 

by Greg Thomas

photographs by the author

 

Best Flyfishing Jobs 2013

  • By: Chris Santella
  • Photography by: Brian Grossenbacher
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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.

Practical and Useful

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Bashful About Bright

How to catch bigger trout on sunny days.

Photographs by the author

practical&useful /// Dave Hughes

Sporting Life

  • By: John Gierach
  • Photography by: Bob White
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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.”

Rainbow and wrong way

  • By: John Gierach
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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.

Adventure's Where You Find It

  • By: John Holt
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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.”