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I Will Die Here, My Friend
Sea-run Brown Trout on the Fly in Tierra del Fuego
This article first appeared in volume eleven, issue three of The Flyfish Journal. “With a name like Erik Ogershok, you have to be a metal singer,” Alvin Dedeaux says just before he drops a streamer into the water. “I mean...
This article first appeared in volume eleven, issue three of The Flyfish Journal. It’s May in the Keys, sunny and barely blowing. And they’re swimming. We’re on the ocean side and getting shots all day. We can see them coming...
When Washington state’s Governor, Jay Inslee, ordered non-essential business in the state closed on March 23, there was a significant amount of confusion as to what actually constituted “essential.” For the first couple days after the order, many fishing guides...
I could read nothing but Jim Harrison for the rest of my life and not give it a second thought. For a lover of dogs, food, fishing and spending great deals of time wandering in the woods, Harrison’s prolific bibliography...
Someday, when the dust has settled, we’re likely going to sit back and realize that there was a “before” Corona, and there is an “after” Corona. In some ways they may be more or less the same, but we’d be...
Somehow, we scored the best camp, the one right on the water. So close we thought of making casts from our vehicles. In the mornings and afternoons while breaking for meals we'd sit on shore in camp chairs and fire...
The buzz of a tattoo machine and the murmur of a river current have a similar vibe. Drew Wilson has spent as much time as anyone immersed in these sounds. If you’ve ever scrolled #fishtattoo on Instagram, you’ve probably seen...
The penny jar philosophy of convenience store checkout counters everywhere inspired Larry Littrell to stick a few flies to a gas pump in Oak Hill, FL. A tattered scrap of double-sided foam tape that once displayed a long-lost advertisement acted...
“Who the hell eats herring?” That’s the question posed in Rene Gauthier’s Jordan River, BC living room. The room is full of conservationists, social media influencers and staff from Gauthier’s conservation-minded clothing company, ecologyst. Less than 300 yards from the...
Sometime around mid-November I typically stuff my waders and boots, chest pack and fly boxes into a Rubbermaid tub and stick it high up on a garage shelf. It’s not that I mean to leave it up there for months...
Winter’s night presses down on the Teton Valley of eastern Idaho. Headlights twist and beam through a storm of thick flakes, slick roads and rising snowbanks. I pull off Highway 33 and down a stranger’s driveway for a Craigslist deal—I...
On the island in the river, grasses flattened from animal sleep. Baskets emptied. Even so, I step around. Part willow switches, tilt at that same angle, then rejoin the current upstream. A killdeer wades. Persimmon leaves flash broadside in the...