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  • Voices from the river

    The gift of the skunk

    One learns not to expect much when fly fishing during the winter months. At least around here, or if you’re me. Regardless of the season, sometimes you step into a river and just know something’s off. The water’s not moving right, or the sound of the wind rings particularly empty and distant. I envy steelhead die-hards their familiarity with this feeling, the impending, inevitable void, and how they march into it undaunted.   A guy I know…

  • Featured Trout Talk

    AFFTA’s Bulis steps down

    It may not be considered remarkable news when the head of an industry trade association steps down, but for fly fishers across America, this one's different. Ben Bulis, president of the American Fly Fishing Trade Association for the past nine years, announced his resignation this week. Bulis helped rejuvenate AFFTA, working to first save the…

  • Trout Talk

    What was your first real fly rod?

    Editor's note: Periodically, we'll pose questions to a " fly-fishing roundtable" of TU anglers in hopes of spurring discussion among all anglers about all things fly fishing. What was your first real fly rod? Mark Taylor Mark Taylor: My first fly rod was a 1970s-era Eagle Claw glass rod that I got as a teenager…

  • Trout Tips Featured

    Try the float-and-fly technique for still-water trout

    The "float-and-fly" technique is pretty similar to the old fly and bubble rig you might have tried as a youngster, or before you completely converted fly fishing

    Fly fishing on lakes in late fall can be a crapshoot. Same thing for chasing trout in the early spring after ice-out. Often, you're mingling at the edges of the season where a lake "turns over," or when surface water that's been heated by the sun all summer begins to cool and becomes more dense.…

  • Travel

    Long live the Gila trout

    Seven of us pierced the Gila wildlands that day, and, despite the best efforts of a clueless pot-shotter, all seven of us made it out without holes in our hides. We never figured out who was shooting or what they were shooting at

    Gila trout in New Mexico.

    Huddled as close to the fallen tree as we could get, Kirk and I looked at each other, our eyes wide with surprise and a touch of fear. The bullet had missed us by a wide margin, but the fact that we could hear it as it zinged overhead after the ricochet was unnerving. "Wait…