Author

Chris Hunt

  • Voices from the river

    Voices from the River: Public access

    By Dave Ammons I'm pretty sure that woven into most rivers in North America are intervals of private and public water, and the river I fish is no different. I am privileged to have access to nearly a mile of private water, a beautiful mix of long runs, boulder-strewn pocke ts, and stretches of riffles…

  • Video spotlight

    Video spotlight: Tour de Tahoe

    Combining fly fishing and mountain biking is certainly nothing new, but I've seen a few videos over the last several months that indicate this "bike-packing" into backcountry fly-fishing destinations is becoming more of "a thing" lately. Video of Tour de Tahoe // Bikepacking and Fly Fishing in the Sierra MountainsThe video above is a good…

  • Fishing Fly tying

    Fly tying: Why use a rotary vise?

    I've been tying (well, some would call it that, anyway) for a good 20 years, and while I tie generally for necessity and a bit of the pleasure that keeps me connected to fly fishing on days like today, when it's all of 9 degrees outside, I'm not terribly accomplished at the vise. But I…

  • Video spotlight

    Video spotlight: Jungle Fly Fishing

    The primal rainforests of the Amazon basin are slowly revealing their fishy treasures to fly anglers the world over. We're seeing more video footage of everything from golden dorado to the mighty arapaima. But the fish that started it all is likely the decorated peacock bass. Video of Jungle Fly Fishing *TRAILER* Peacock Bass Fishing…

  • Fishing Fly tying

    Fly Tying: The Yellow Humpy

    My favorite backcountry attractor dry fly might be the venerable humpy. Tied in yellow or red (or even "royal" fashion), the Humpy is a high-floating dry fly that imitates a host of bugs, from larger mayflies to caddis, but doesn't exactly resemble anything in particular. It just looks buggy. Video of Yellow HumpyAnd backcountry trout…

  • Voices from the river

    Voices from the River: The Bend

    By Dave Ammons My earliest memories of The Bend were of grand childhood adventures. We skipped stones, a challenge in riffles and rapids. We built rock rings to hold small fires where we cooked hot dogs on sticks freshly snapped and stripped from a willow on the bank. We s plashed at the water's edge…