Rapids Camp Lodge

  • By: Greg Thomas
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Rapids Camp rests on the bank of the Naknek River, just a 15-minute drive from the King Salmon airport. It’s not the only game in town—there are quality fishing lodges sprinkled around southwest Alaska—but what separates Rapids from the other camps is it allows guests to create their angling agendas, versus being held to strict outlines.

Up On Crystal Creek

  • By: Jeremy Hatch
  • and A. K. Best
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"In 2006, Crystal Creek Lodge moved from their previous location of 18 years near Dillingham to a new home near the base of the Alaskan Peninsula, just outside of King Salmon next to Katmai National Park."

Nushagak Kings

  • By: E. Donnall Thomas
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"Fly-fishing for king salmon is a lot like flying airplanes in the bush, with long periods of relaxing routine punctuated by moments of outright panic...."

Sighting In Trout

  • By: Kirk Deeter
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"The more time you spend focusing and tuning in on the subtleties of rivers, the more you ultimately become the fly angler you want to be."

Flies from Middle Earth

  • By: Darrel Martin
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"After wading through swift waters, stumbling over rock-strewn river beds and long trudges down abrupt canyons, I sensed that New Zealand might be no place for old men. Yet, the moment that I spotted a large, lovely brown, all was forgiven."

Family Matters

  • By: Chad Mason
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Our man on the road accepts the family-vacation challenge, works in some fishing and bests a few Colorado trout in the process. Here’s how.

Feels Like the First Time

  • By: Fly Rod and Reel
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Zane was a flats virgin when he won the Fly Rod & Reel 30th Anniversary Reader Sweepstakes drawing, securing three days of fishing at Pesca Maya. He’d never cast a fly to a bonefish, tarpon or permit. Duty-bound as an editor-at-large of FR&R, I went along as Zane’s, umm, escort, to make sure things went gently.

Kelly Galloup

  • By: Greg Thomas
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There’s a lot of idealistic nonsense flowing through the fly-fishing airwaves these days—maybe it’s always been that way—and one of the most ludicrous pronunciations is that big fish and numbers don’t matter. Come on. On any given day I would much rather land a bevy of 20-inchers versus a pack of foot-long delinquents and I know most of you would, too.

Fishing Living Flies

  • By: Mark Sedotti
  • Photography by: Ted Fauceglia
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As we enter a fast, deep run, I cast to the bank above a deadfall and begin a short, quick, broken-cadenced strip retrieve. My big streamer responds by sashaying, slashing and darting with sudden side-to-side movements, just about calling to be eaten. No sooner has that dancing fly drifted under the first branch when it disappears in a golden flash. I set the hook and a jumbo, thick-bodied brown trout sporting vivid, black-and-red spots vaults two feet in the air, hanging, or so it seems, in suspended animation. This is no surprise: trout are coming to this fly with its side-swiping, strike-triggering action at every likely spot we pass.

A Trip to Spey Nation

  • By: Greg Thomas
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"A few years ago when I headed to Russia for Atlantic salmon that I decided to give those Spey rods a true go of it and only because I was witnessing a major Spey-rod popularity boost in the Pacific Northwest..."