While I have never really recovered from dropping my DSLR in the Snake River, occasionally my phone takes a good photo. Here is my first dry fly fish of the year from a few weeks back. The fish were eating midges, but this guy ate the BWO cripple I was using as a strike indicator […]
I’ve got a feature in the latest issue of the Fly Fish Journal about a weekend spent on the Mighty Mo a couple of years back. Going to the Mo again in a couple of weeks, so the timing is pretty good I guess. Hopefully the folks in Craig dig it and cut me some […]
I go fishing in the winter. Not a lot, but I do go. And I tie flies. And I spend my winter on dozens of other activities, most of which I do not enjoy. From a fishing perspective, I think winter is mostly about survival. How can I feed my habit enough to keep me […]
The first thing I noticed was the snow—there wasn’t enough of it. Driving across the lava rock desert of the Snake River plain, the snow went from sparse to nonexistent then back to sparse again as the road stretched out across the plain and climbed into a narrow valley beneath the tallest, driest peaks in […]
[This is the final installment of a nice piece that Quinn fired over a few weeks ago as we started rounding up thoughts on the Wild vs. Native fish debate; read Part 1 here and Part 2 here. - Mark] My first memorable experience catching pelletheads came when I was a struggling nymph fisherman on […]
[Read Part One here if you missed it yesterday...] Take the South Fork of the Snake River—a local stream for me. Currently, there are no fish stocked in the river, but that hasn’t always been the case. The cutthroats are native Yellowstone cutts—the same species that swim in Yellowstone Lake and its namesake river. The […]
[After asking about it a few weeks ago, we’re still getting emails (and a couple of calls) offering wit, wisdom, opinion and insults in the ‘discussion’ regarding replacing now wild, sustaining fish populations with (perhaps or not genetically pure) native species. The can of worms we opened here was particularly focused on trout in the […]
Caught this guy a couple of weeks ago. His jaw was just starting to hook. I hope to meet up with him again next year and check on the progress.
When you are in the middle of it, summer evening caddis hatches sort of seem like they will last forever. There is eternity-type feel to the whole enterprise. If things go poorly one evening–wind or rain put off the hatch or a bout of poor hook-setting dooms your pursuit–you can take comfort in the fact […]
This may be my favorite photo of the year. Hat tip to the Trouthunter blog, which generally puts out high quality photos and text and is worth an RSS subscription, if you are into that sort of thing. Happy father’s day. indeed.
There are pockets of wild places here in the Lower 48—pockets of mountain peaks and backcountry lakes, deserts and wild rivers. In a big patch of central Idaho, there are no roads, just mountains and trees and boulders and sky. A map of the Wind Rivers Range shows a thousand blue specks of backcountry lakes. […]
Found this guy crawling on the bank tonight. Get ready for a few hours of good fishing followed by several days of overweight trout refusing to get out of bed.
I am not sure how old I was when we bought it—or I should say when my dad bought it. You see I had dreams of being an artist. I was inspired (probably too generous a term) by graffiti artists, so dad sprung for an airbrush and a desk that I could paint on. I […]