In early July 1995, I was guiding two of my favorite clients of all time—a father-and-son team from Annapolis, Maryland—on the Copper River, which drains into Alaska’s Lake Iliamna. Tom and. . .
Read MoreWritten by: Matt Smith It was day one, in a sudden downpour. I was wadered up in mid-December, feeling the wind and wishing I had worn one more layer. A bit of thunder rumbled nearby for good measure. Knee-deep in the rain-swollen Wangapeka, on the northern end of the South Island of New Zealand, I … Continue reading “Story and Photos: The Search for Big Browns on the South Island”
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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 . . .
Read MoreFly fishing and mindfulness practice can go hand-in-hand, allowing you to experience the moment completely.
All photos by Bob Zingaro
In 1855, physician and avid fly fisherman James A. Henshall, MD, said, “Fly fisherman are usually brain workers in society. Along the banks of purling streams, they have ever been found, . . .
You know you have a fishing problem when you schedule a knee surgery around your fishing schedule! I’ve been trying to see how long I can go catching at least one fish a month. When I tore my meniscus earlier this year I postponed the surgery . . .
Read MoreThis week, I had a couple guests lined up, but we had to reschedule. Since I have not done a new podcast in a few weeks because of my travel schedule, I decided to tell a story. It’s from a magazine piece I did a number of years ago for the now-defunct . . .
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I happened upon Porcupine Brook while exploring some promising woodcock cover last October. Burt, my Brittany, had wandered off, as he often does, and when I could no longer hear his bell. . .
Read MoreWe launched our journey from scalding hot valley of Phoenix, and headed for the 46-degree Colorado River tailwater in Lee’s Ferry. We were lucky enough to catch a special time on this unbelievable fishery, the summer cicada sing. This white noise . . .
Read MoreWhen the 2015 baseball season ended, Boston Red Sox pitcher Rick Porcello knew that he’d not lived up to his promise. He’d need to refocus himself during the off-season, and fly-fishing played a big part in finding his mojo again. The next year, he led the . . .
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