- By: Greg Thomas
- Photography by: Greg Thomas
I’ve created a problem for myself; I am a steelhead junkie who lives 500 miles from salt water, in a state where those big sea-run rainbows don’t even exist.
I like where I live—Missoula, Montana—and I’m quite sure this is where I will raise my daughters. But in the back of my mind there’s this idea to endear a Canadian scarlet, gain dual citizenship (plus healthcare, right), and move north, to Campbell River, Bella Coola or, even better, to Smithers or Terrace, British Columbia, where the greatest race of steelhead still pours into the Skeena, Babine, Kispiox, Kitimat and Sustut rivers. That’s the glory list, and I could see myself fishing those waters a couple hundred days a year while pretending that I care about hockey.
- Bugs and Disease
Editor’s note: As many of you know, longtime friend Kent Sullivan is the most adventurous angler I know. He's also a calculated risk-taker and there's no riskier proposition that he undertakes than running southeast Alaska's Taku River in his jet sled, during spring, searching for steelhead. He recently did just that and came back with yet another crazy story to share.
- By: Ted Williams
Tobogganing on cafeteria trays can be dangerous, especially when icy conditions coincide with heavy drinking, as always seems to happen in my part of the Northeast. So I stick to the foothills. But recently a dozen more daring participants were hospitalized. Some suffered cranial pressure from ependymal hematomas; others had bone splinters in their meningeal tissue; still others leaked cerebrospinal fluid. Since the brain-trauma physicians were on a golf holiday in Aruba, the hospital administrator enlisted the custodians, providing them with condensed neurosurgical guidelines along with carte blanche authority to do whatever seemed necessary with their saws, chisels and staple guns. All the patients died.
by Toby Thompson
The West's Fastest Growth Rates for Rainbows
Got to tell you I’m excited. I’m setting up the tent tonight for my weekly indoors campout with Tate and Myka, and then I’m packing the rig in the a.m. and pointing it toward Coulee City, Washington.
At first I wasn’t too excited when I received Tom Rosenbauer’s Orvis Guide to The Essential American Flies, and that was a little hard to admit because I consider Rosenbauer one of the great people in fly fishing as well as a personal friend.
But then I thought about how long I’ve been in fly fishing and considered what I most often pull from my fly boxes. By doing so I remembered two things: First, I reflected on how useful basic pattern books, including Tying Dry Flies and Tying Nymphs, by Randall Kaufman, were to me when I started tying flies and throwing the long rod; and, second, I peered into my boxes and saw a plethora of P-chute Adams’, Prince Nymphs, Hare’s Ears, Muddlers, Elk-Hair Caddis, Sparkle Duns, Stimulators, and P-tail Nymphs.
Back in January I was speaking with Nick Coe, who works with Icy Bay Lodge out of Yakutat, Alaska, a silver salmon fisherman’s paradise. He spends winters in Idaho and recently sent a text with some interesting pics after fishing the South Fork Boise River below Anderson Dam, east of Boise.