By Chris Hunt The low grumble in Phoebe’s throat grew into a steady growl, and her floppy ears perked up. She stared across the Little Greys River Canyon in the fading twilight, clearly interested in something across the river. “Hush,” I said instinctively, nursing a gin and tonic and staring into the flames that were…
New water is always exciting, and, while I’ve fished Idaho’s Salmon River a lot for steelhead over the years, I’d never poked into the river’s extreme upper reaches at the base of Galena Summit, where the Sawtooths spread out to the northwest. My thought—and, frankly, my hope—was to get into some native west slope cutthroats…
The head of a tiger trout. Paul Burnett/Trout Unlimited. By Brett Prettyman This is the tale of two fish. The take was similar. The tug was not. One easily provided more thrill than the other, but it was not the fish you would expect. I recently had the chance to visit the family ranch of…
By Mark Taylor The local river is a trout river. Sort of. From October through May the state dumps thousands of hatchery-reared rainbows and brookies into it. By summer those fish are long gone, caught and creeled by locals who are both dedicated and skilled. Then the river is back to what nature intended, which…
We’ve all got our “ultimate” fish, that one river or sea creature that has eluded us over time. A few years back, I finally got my bonefish. Then I got my permit. Just this summer, I landed a 6-pound native brook trout, and I remember thinking, “If He wants to take me, now’s as good…
By Don Haynes When people think of the Gunpowder River in Maryland they invariably think of the 14-mile tailwater section flowing from Prettyboy Reservoir to Loch Raven Reservoir in Baltimore County. But above Prettyboy, from Hoffmanville to Southern York County in Pennsylvania, there are some 60 miles of the Gunpowder mainstem and tributaries that comprise…
We hopped out of the canoe at the head of a big rapid. Truthfully, we could probably have made it through, but our Ojibwe guides Keith and Joe didn’t want to take any chances, and possibly put a damper on an otherwise perfect day on the water. We were floating and fishing a little no-name…
