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    Fly tying: Koga’s Bonefish Shrimp

    My first trip to chase bonefish several years back was a disaster. The Atlantic gales blew through the southern Bahamas, and bones were few and far between. I saw a few, got to cast to one or two and came home after a week without landing a single boneffish. It was horrible. But it steeled…

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    Fly tying: The Navy Diver

    I've always been a fan of tungsten in my fly tying. For some reason, I just tend to cast heavy nymphs and streamers better when the weight is at the fly, instead of pinched onto the line as split shot or paste. It's a personal preference, I suspect, and it works for me. I especially…

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    Fly tying: The Rusty Rat

    When I first started tying my own flies, I became infatuated with Atlatic salmon flies, even though, in the heart of Colorado's Arkansas Valley, there wasn't an Atlantic salmon within 2,000 miles that wasn't lyling flat on ice in a grocery store. There was just something about the art of it all. The colors. The…

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    Fly tying: JC’s Skunk Pygmy Sculpin

    I'm warming to streamer fishing for trout, but I'll be the first to admit, I'm a late convert. My aversion to heaving heavy flies into deep water using sink-tips, shooting heads or full-on sinking lines could more aptly be described as an abhorance of the inconvenient. Throwing that much weight with heavy rods just seemed…

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    Fly tying: Holy Grail Caddis Emerger

    As I write this, I'm tucked into the lodge at Yelcho en la Patagonia in southern Chile, waiting out a torrential rainstorm and reflecting on a week of truly unique fly fishing. We've fished Lago Yelcho a number of times, and have floated the upper Rio Yelcho twice, enjoying some truly good fly fishing for…

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    Fly tying: Rusher’s Steelhead Nymph

    Tim Flagler has steelhead on the brain. It is that time of year, though, so all is forgiven. On Western rivers that run to the sea, these far-traveling, ambitious rainbows have come home, and they're in the tailouts and the deep pools, waiting winter out just like the rest of us. In the upper Midwest,…