What if I were to tell you, hypothetically speaking, that I had an absolutely epic day today (which is often the case in October in Colorado, unless it snows … and sometimes even when it does)? So what qualifies as e pic? Put in at a public launch. Took out at a public launch. Floated
Jason Stemple photo We’re heading into the best time of year to chase “low-country” redfish on the flats, from the Carolinas south to Florida, and all along the Gulf Coast. Big bull reds are beginning their annual migration into the flats, and it won’t be long before they’re tailing and mucking up the shallows in
William Conrad as Marshall Matt Dillon By Chris Hunt Years ago, when I worked as a journalist on the North Coast of California, I got into the habit of falling to sleep to the sounds of old-time radio. Stan Freberg—a Radio Hall-of-Famer—hosted a nightly show on one of the AM stations we could pick up
I love a good fishing road trip. With the right company and a handful of rivers between you and the destination, there might not be a better way to spend a week. Last spring, my fishing buddies Steve Zakur and Mike Sepelak flew into Idaho Falls and we packed the trusty FJ full of gear
Local volunteers help move fish stuck in irrigation ditches Volunteers from the local chapter in Hailey, Idaho helped relocate fish trapped in irrigation ditches to the Big Wood River. As irrigation season comes to an end, headgates are closed so that water no longer flows into ditches. Those irrigation ditches become disconnected puddles and trout
‘Tis the season for emerging insects on America’s great trout rivers. Here in Idaho, it’s full-on Blue-winged Olive season (in an infuriating size 20!). While traditional dun patterns can work well, I’ve found that trout are often keyed in on emerging BWOs well into the full hatch. And a BWO tied “Klinkhamer” style perfectly mimics
The author standing on the railroad bridge where the first brown trout were introduced to America. By Kirk Deeter Most anglers have home waters—places they consider sacred. For me, the tracks always lead back to Baldwin, Mich., and the Pere Marquette River system. It was here where I learned to fly fish. Many years ago,
