As we all know, but may be loath to admit, luck is a vital component of success in nearly every fly-fishing situation. The concept is so ingrained in the consciousness of every angler, in fact, that. . .
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Written by: William G. Tapply
Here the river surges over and around boulders the size of Volkswagens. The churning whitewater roars in your ears. It buckles your knees. It wants to knock you over. Around the bend, . . .
Read MoreWritten by: Darcy Toner, Faceless Fly Fishing Media
However much we like to think that we are doing the fish a favor, even catch-and-release fishing can be stressful for them, especially some species of trout. So it is up to us as a community to do our best to . . .
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In 2013, I became a big fan of fly-fisherman and writer Bob Wyatt. His book, What Trout Want: The Educated Trout and Other Myths first seduced me with great writing, then convinced me. . .
Read MoreWritten by: Luke Lowery
With the nice weather we’ve been having in Montana, anglers are flocking to the Madison. The most common questions I get in the shop are about how to set up a rig properly. I will go. . .
Read MoreTrout can be very inconsiderate, choosing to hold in very inconvenient spots—under overhanging limbs, in tight slots, or amidst myriad currents of different speeds—that make a traditional. . .
Read MoreOn March 30, we launched our “New Season” Photo Contest, which runs through April 2. There’s plenty of time for you to get in on the action. We’re picking three winners and offering some killer prizes, including a NEW Recon Fly Rod. All you have to do is share your favorite fly-fishing photo of 2019 with the hashtag #NewSeasonRecon. … Continue reading “Photos: More Entries from Our “New Season” Photo Contest!”
Read MoreIn those states with closed fishing seasons, Opening Day is fast approaching–it’s April 11 here in Vermont–so we’re celebrating with a great photo contest on Instagram and Facebook. If you’ve got a great fly-fishing . . .
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One August afternoon on a southern Colorado river, my guide handed me one of the more godawful dry flies I’d ever seen—an abomination constructed entirely of foam, rubber, and. . .
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The Bull Shoals dam was holding back water, and the White River was running low and slow and clear. Local trout maestro Wayne Reed had led John Barr and me through some woods to a . . .
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