What if you never get to fish the Mulchatna or the Kvichak? I never have. But I'll be sending an email today urging President Obama to stop this mine before it starts. Why? I'll tell you. In fact, I'll show you.
You’ve always wanted to fish in Patagonia. Admit it – you have. Don’t feel like the Lone Ranger, we’ve all wanted to fish the legendary water of Argentina. You’ve seen the videos, read about it, and even dreamed about it. It’s on your bucket list. So pull it out of the bucket and just go do it.
A lifetime of spending money on outdoor gear brought me to the following principle: There are stores that sell fly fishing gear and then there are fly shops. I like being in fly shops. I like checking out the new gear, even if I don’t buy anything, though I often do.
Like a lot of westerners, I grew up thinking that New York was New York City – crowded, bustling concrete canyons and asphalt jungles. That’s New York City alright.
I talk with a lot of fishing outfitters. Some have armadas of drift boats and armies of guides. Some are one-person operations. Some get to run the glamour rivers – the Mighty Mo near Craig, MT or the Middle Fork of the Salmon.
I fished the Green River this week - my home water. I do not remember my first time on the Green any more than I remember the first fish I caught from its waters. In my life, this river has simply always been there.
Steady action on both stimulators and SJ worms.