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Voices from the River: Characters
The author's father, Steve, enjoys a laugh with dedicated steelhead angler Pat Wright on the South Umpqua River in Southern Oregon. By Mark Taylor I’ve been hearing the fish stories for years. “Lost a chromer today. Man, she was hot. Jumped six times.” “Hooked three and got a nice 7-pound buck. Pat got a 15-pounder.”…
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Voices from the River: It’s a twin thing
There’s an infamous story from my youth. I don't remember the finer points of the event, or any of the details really, just the "do you remember that one time" stories that my dad likes to throw in my face when the Booton family is together on the river. On a family vacation to Avalanche…
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Voices from the River: Twelve hours
TU's Brian Johnson, the Steelhead Whisperer, and Scott Yates at the end of the steelhead season on California's central coast. By Sam Davidson The steelhead season ended almost exactly the way it began. I spent both the opener and the close at the same place, with the same crew. With the same results. Which is…
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Voices from the River: Squid ink and tortas
Snapper over squid-ink risotto. In the middle of nowhere. by Chris Hunt My new friend Ed from Alabama told us, without hesitation, that we had to have at least one meal at the Leaky Palapa. "It's a little oasis in the middle of nowhere," he said. "I can't describe it. You have to see it…
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Voices from the River: Book connects kids with fly fishing
By Brett Prettyman The reasons we fish are as numerous as bugs on the water during a Mother’s Day caddis hatch. Chances are the vast majority of us got started flinging flies, dunking worms or throwing hardware with the help of parents or grandparents - and, for those lucky ones, both. Fishing isn’t only important…
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Voices from the River: Have bike, will shuttle
The author's 30-year-old Raleigh mountain bike, complete with a custom camo paint job, has been his primary shuttle "vehicle" on most of his Virginia river floats. By Mark Taylor “Psssssssssstttttt…..” That was the sound of air escaping from the rear tire of my mountain bike, a sound followed by the “whu, whu, whu, whu, whu…”…
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Voices from the river: Fishing in the desert
The Arroyo Seco River. By Sam Davidson Not long ago, on an unseasonably warm Saturday, I went fishing in the desert. Well, technically the Arroyo Seco River isn’t desert—the fishable section flows through a rugged canyon sheathed in cha parral. But it might as well be in the desert. It’s hot and dry there much…
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