Mud Hole Browns
Don't ignore the dark water for big trout
In the back seat of my car my fly rod is still strung up with the big streamer I'd last used in October in a desperate, Hail Mary attempt to catch a smallmouth bass before winter's onset. It was cold, the wind was howling and I gave up after the time it takes to drink one beer. Now I'll settle into my
A special fish struggles to hang on in the Lower 48 On a fine summer morning in 1991 my son and I were wet-wading up the Gibbon River in Yellowstone National Park, exercising brown trout on puffy dry flies. We were about to turn back when I hooked and landed a fish of a lifetime. It was a grayling-all
Large Matukas: Big browns at twilight and dusk? Here's the fly...