It was almost dark when the nose of my kayak touched the muddy river’s edge at the informal takeout along the lower Susquehanna. Dodging protruding boulders between the barely submerged ones dotting the way back to shore was a challenge, especially in the low light. Once on land, the relief was overwhelming as I resisted …...

These days there are several new angling writers well worth reading, and I have always enjoyed books that have vicariously taken me on fishing trips of the mind, trips that I will never have the opportunity to take. A few years ago it was my privilege to write a blurb for a wonderful book by …...

In the late 80s my friend and colleague at the Winston Rod shop worked with Robert Redford as a fly fishing consultant on the movie version of Norman Maclean’s classic novella A River Runs Through It. Along with being a well-established guide, Jerry Siem was a champion caster before Winston hired him as a consultant …...

A while ago I read an essay by Jim Harrison entitled “Old Fly Fishing.” Jim was an acclaimed poet, novelist, and essayist, and his edgy writing style reflected a unique lifetime of raucous adventure. Growing up hunting and fishing in Northern Michigan, he spent many of his later years on the rivers of Montana. Five …...

“Ya na gonna cetch anyting out dere tadey,” drawled the lanky ball-capped waterman loading his flat-bottomed net-filled skiff onto a trailer in the knee deep shallow takeout of Pamlico Sound near Rodanthe, North Carolina. “Ga oni a foo mullit in ma lon net set.” After inquiring “What was going on out there?” while preparing...

I’ve heard some folks say that the Covid years have been like being in a Stephen King movie. With illness, economic distress, catastrophic fires and storms, political upheaval, a terrible European war, admittedly, it has been like living in a horror film. And not to trivialize any of these dreadful adversities, but even the fishing...

The snow would pile up three feet or more outside the four hundred square foot cabin I built on a northern Idaho mountainside in the mid-70s outside the town of Priest River. Located a mile and a half off the main highway on a seasonal road that only functioned during the summer months, it was …...