Alpine Apotheosis
by Mick Frost
The sun is high overhead as I step out of the trees. I drop my pack, flop down on the grass, and watch the wind send long ripples across the lake as Bear, my furry, four-legged companion, … Read more...
by Mick Frost
The sun is high overhead as I step out of the trees. I drop my pack, flop down on the grass, and watch the wind send long ripples across the lake as Bear, my furry, four-legged companion, … Read more...
by Art Kehler
Slowly twirling across the water’s surface, the yellow leaf hinted at the gilded denizens lurking below. The exhilarating, cool air was aromatic with the odor of molding foliage. On that late-October day, I was standing by my … Read more...
by Jeff Beyl
Have you ever been fishing with a guide, floating along the river, taking a moment to look out over the water, basically just appreciating the view and wondering where to cast your fly next? I always love … Read more...
by John Holt
A little thumbing your nose at convention is good for the soul. Especially at times like this, when a nine-foot Heddon #35 bamboo fly rod made 85 years ago is used to fling a large weighted woolly … Read more...