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Northwest Flyfishing Outfitters
By Tom Bie   
Tuesday, 08 December 2009 15:11
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When John and Shirley Hagan first opened Portland’s Northwest Flyfishing in May of 1993, Czechoslovakia was dissolving, Rodney King was testifying, and the Second Coming of the Spey rod was still a decade away. But 17 years later, the Hagens still offer the quality products and service that East Side Portlanders have come to expect.

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Bie's Blog Jam

Print is Dead
By Tom Bie   
Thursday, 24 September 2009 19:51
“I think a writer owes the readers a new way of telling a story.”
—Ken Kesey


magazinesAs the 15th Drake makes its way across the country this fall, I find myself intrigued by all the recent chatter on the downfall of magazines, most of it coming from new-media pundits shouting their favorite proclamation: “Print is dead!”

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Industry Scuttlebutt

2010 Flyfishing Trade Show to be Held in Lobby of Rock Springs EconoLodge
By Tom Bie   
Tuesday, 08 December 2009 17:46
FFR Headquarters

With the announcement this week by the American Fly Fishing Trade Association (AFFTA) that it would “sponsor and/or endorse and/or ignore and/or relocate an Independent Fly Fishing show in 2010,” it came as welcome news to the industry this morning that the trade group has settled on the lobby of the Rock Springs, Wyoming, EconoLodge as the location.

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Monday Minute

Northwoods
By Tyler Hughen and Kahlil Hudson: Finback Films   
Friday, 25 September 2009 07:43
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From the Archives

A Tiger in Your Tank

Tigerfish"This," Guy Lobjoit says, with a sweep of the hand toward a tangle of reeds and dark water, "is where I was killed by a hippo last year."

The time was hard dusk, about the same as now, and the trio had just pushed through the papyrus thicket blanketing the narrow isthmus between a delicious little lagoon and the Okavango River, right about over there.

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