Wildlife Encounters

  • By: John Gierach
  • Photography by: Jim Klug
  • , Jeff Edvalds
  • , Cathy Beck
  • and Barry Beck
Grizzly Angler

You naturally think of bears first. Whether they’re seen from a safe distance or they’re uncomfortably close, you have a visceral response. “That thing could kill me,” is how you’d verbalize it, although the emotion itself predates language.

Winter North Vs. South

  • By: MIles Nolte
  • , Will Rice
  • , Bruce Smithhammer
  • and Greg Keeler
  • Photography by: Louis Cahill
  • , Will Rice
  • , Brian Grossenbacher
  • and Lucas Carroll
North Vs. South

Sink your toes in the sand or in the snow?

Risk sunburn or frostbite?

Cast for half-frozen trout or full-bore saltwater speedsters?

Our crack angling team makes a case for each.

2012 Kudo Awards

  • By: Greg Thomas
  • , Buzz Bryson
  • , Darrel Martin
  • and Zach Matthews
2012 Kudo Awards

In my opinion, the late Jack Charlton’s legacy is that he designed and built the two best fly reels ever made. Ever. We could debate that over a single malt, and I acknowledge there are exceptional fly reels other than the Mako—and its predecessor, the namesake Charlton reels—but I don’t know anyone who thinks he can trade up from a Charlton.

Carl Hiaasen 2012 Angler of the Year

  • By: Kirk Deeter
  • Photography by: Brian Smith
Carl Hiaasen

Miami Herald columnist and novelist Carl Hiaasen casts all hues of the writing spectrum as well as, if not better than, any American author. From “beach-read” novels and stinging political commentary to wildly popular books for young readers, Hiaasen shows an innate ability to command attention from, inform and entertain the broadest audiences.

Stir Crazy

  • By: Greg Thomas
  • Photography by: Greg Thomas
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Being cooped up during winter does strange things to people, especially in the northern Rockies, where snow may hit the ground in September and remain through May. There’s sanity to be had if you strap sticks to your feet and chase powder days, or can escape to sandy beaches in southern climes, but the rest of us rot until spring brings assurance that we haven’t entered another ice age.