In Hemingway's Meadow

  • By: Jeff Day

Rod Crossman The river, as Hemingway said, was still there. It was there in 1919, swirling against the log pilings of the railroad bridge in Seney, Michigan, while he fished it, feeding grasshoppers downstream with his fly rod and silk line. It was there in 1925, when he sat in a Paris cafe, writing

Lives of Fly Rods

  • By: Donald J. Goodman
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Rod Crossman Things have secret lives, according to Neruda. And the longer I live, the more I believe it. Things have secret lives, especially bamboo fly rods. Pablo Neruda was Chile's most beloved poet, and in an article urging poets to focus on simple things, he said it was "wise to scrutinize useful

An Early October Elk Hunt

  • By: Todd Tanner

BC's Elk River is spectacular in the fall

Shake and Float

  • By: Josh Greenberg

Rod Crossman After much begging the kid gets the keys to his dad's truck and drives to the fly shop in town. There he is talked into more flies than he wants, and a new powder flotant-highly recom-mended-and a spool of 5X. He spends all his money. Then he leaves. He drives the father's truck back to

Secrets of the Deep

  • By: Lou Tabory

Lou Tabory's tips on Casting Sinking Lines

The 2007 Robert Traver Fly-Fishing Writing Award

Traver Award winner Jeff Day

Traver Award-winner Jeff Day Donna Chiarelli The results of the 2007 Traver competition have left us shocked-but only in a good way. If you'll remember, we announced earlier this year that we had decided to experiment with changing our 14-year-old "fiction" competition into a "writing" contest in order

Gear Review: Vest Packs

  • By: Ted Leeson

Any long-distance wader or hike-in angler needs one of these. Here's what's out there.

TU in Turmoil

  • By: Jeff Hull

A stream-access issue roils fly-fishing's leading conservation organization

The Match Before the Hatch

  • By: John Larison

Strategies for taking the guesswork out of fishing nymphs and emergers

Third-Rate Trout Streams

  • By: John Gierach

It's always good to get home after a long road trip, but it sometimes takes a specific act of will to go home. That's why the drive back is so often passed in the kind of anticlimactic silence that descends when there's simply nothing left to say. It's not that you could--or would--spend the rest of