Once upon a time, fly fishing was a simple task. If an angler wanted a fly rod outfit, it was...
Read moreDetailsA slight westerly wind nudged the port-side of my 14’ Smokercraft, sending me into a silent and gentle drift through...
Read moreDetailsToo many kokanee. That was the problem. We had the cure. As we idled away from the dock in the Nomad's...
Read moreDetailsDuke tentatively jumped up to the bow of my Thunderbird, looking intently at the water passing by as we trolled...
Read moreDetailsTo me, there is absolutely no better feeling than a fresh, chrome anadromous fish hammering a properly swung fly. Life...
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