Being a western angler, I’m not terribly familiar with the steelhead flies used in Great Lakes tributaries. Most western steelhead patterns are purple or pink or some color variation that just looks loud and gawdy. Higher up in the steelhead drainages, like here in Idaho, it’s easier to get awa y from the “eggy” and
TU’s Dean Finnerty fishing the Sandy River as a teenager. By Sam Davidson Ten years ago, on a river revered for its huge wild steelhead, more than a ton of dynamite reduced a 47-foot high dam to rubble. The dam was named after a whistling rodent and the river after a big sandbar early European
I spent most of the past few weeks fishing only with click-and-pawl reels. That was mostly just for kicks. I have nothing against disc-drag reels (What are you kidding? I love disc-drag reels), but every now and then I get into palming the reel myself. And let’s face it, a click-and- pawl reel sounds beautiful
Consider some of the major factors in the decline of native salmon, steelhead and trout in North America. Extensive loss of habitat from dams and other development. Too much water diverted from streams. Degraded water quality from poorly maintained roads and leaky old mines. In California, you can add cannabis cultivation to this list of
Multi-benefit flood control projects in California’s Central Valley, which will help bolster depleted runs of salmon and steelhead in the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers, will benefit from funding authorized by the state’s new parks-and-water bond legislation. On Sunday, October 15, Gov. Edmund G. Brown, Jr. signed into law a measure that has been one
Want to feel small and insignificant? Take a look at this film below that follows a single trickle of water as it rises from vapor in the Pacific Ocean, moves west as part of a cloud over the Kitimat Range of northwestern British Columbia and then falls as a single snowflake high in the mountains.
The author standing on the railroad bridge where the first brown trout were introduced to America. By Kirk Deeter Most anglers have home waters—places they consider sacred. For me, the tracks always lead back to Baldwin, Mich., and the Pere Marquette River system. It was here where I learned to fly fish. Many years ago,
