Written by: John McKinnie
We were headed to the Madison on a blustery January day. We departed the ranch around 8 a.m. with the temperatures hovering around 5 degrees. As we drove through the Gallatin Canyon. . .
Written by: Drew Ross, Looknfishy
Getting to fish with friends isn’t something I get to do very often, primarily because I fish during the week while most responsible people are at work. But just before Thanksgiving, a buddy called . . .
As John Gierach once wrote, “Fly fishing for trout is a sport that depends not so much on catching the fish as their mere presence and on the fact that you do, now and again, catch some.” Gierach states so plainly (rightly so, I believe) the eternal truth that anyone who regards fly fishing as. . .
The first brook trout I ever saw was about three inches long, little bigger than a baitfish really. But the memory of that vision—of that glittering flash of color and light—remains sharply etched in my . . .
“Shark.” Pointing absentmindedly to our right, Norman said the word in the same bored tone that one normally hears from airline pilots and classical-music deejays. But I was eleven . . .
Written by: Toby Swank, Fins & Feathers Fly Shop
It’s day three, and the wind is blowing 20 out of the north–down from 30 to 40 the last two days. The water is dirty, stirred-up by the steady gale deviating from the prevailing norm. The sun is to my . . .
Thirteen-year-old Sydney Housinger sent us these great photos via Instagram because she was so excited by her catch. Fishing with her dad last week on the Green River–south of Asheville, . . .
Last week, my brother Sam and I set off for New York’s Salmon River on our annual pilgrimage to get in the holiday spirit by chasing steelhead with our Spey rods. The water was low and a bit . . .
A few people have commented that they’d like to see all the finalists for our “Best of 2017” Photo Contest again, since they were included in the voting poll that is now closed. So here they are, in . . .
