Redington's Find Your Water series kicks off a new year with the short film Contradictions, introducing us to a Billings, MT-based angler who's mastered both his mine and fishing crafts. From a mile underground, drilling and blasting, to miles of open water on the Bighorn River, drifting and casting, Rich Schwend navigates the contrasting elements of his carrier and pastime, arriving at one vital truth about his identity: He's a flyfisher, just like the rest of us. Interesting aside, the platinum Schwend's unearthing, a key ingredient to your vehicle's catalytic converter, makes for cleaner running shuttle rigs. Win-win.

Unexpected Journey
Unexpected Journey

COMPARED TO THE INITIAL REPORT, our weather wasn't looking so bad. Wind was steady at eight or nine knots out of the northwest, pushing temps down to the mid-forties. The water had cooled significantly over the last week, and reports of trout and reds still being around were spotty and unsubstantiated. Our odds weren't good. Still, life had placed us here, with a boat, some fly rods, and a little extra time. Who cares about odds anyway?

SOMEBODY WAS HUNGRY. PHOTO BY COREY HASSELHUHN.
SOMEBODY WAS HUNGRY. PHOTO BY COREY HASSELHUHN.

Seven years after the worst inland oil spill in the country, a once-damaged river is thriving.

The familiar tug, the comforting bend of the 7-weight, and another Michigan smallmouth—this one, 17 inches. Not a record, but it came to my net in a peculiar spot in an unaccustomed location; along a stretch of the Kalamazoo River west of Marshall, Michigan, where the tree-lined banks now give way to clear-cut fields and wildflowers. The late-spring sun simmers the brain on this part of the river now. It didn't used to.

The Balance, a new film from Orvis, traverses the Everglades ecosystem and explains how increased storage, treatment, and conveyance of water south of Lake Okeechobee would benefit fisheries across southern Florida. Text WATER to 52866, and tell Florida's leaders to support SB10 and HB761 and to build the EAA Reservoir, which would restore the flow of fresh, clean water to the River of Grass.

MORNING ON THE MISSOURI. PHOTO BY BRIAN GROSSENBACHER
MORNING ON THE MISSOURI. PHOTO BY BRIAN GROSSENBACHER

Sometimes you find the fish; sometimes they find you.

Mid-June after a May-long drought and, weeks before we thought they would, the rivers had begun to "take shape," an idiom I've always loved for its suggestions of primal formation and rebirth. What was just days prior a brown blob squirming primordially down from Rogers' Pass is suddenly the jade-green Blackfoot, its boulders and riffly musculature apparent and alluring, the bankside willows laden with salmonflies three whole weeks before the bar-sidled, self-proclaimed experts—myself included—had anticipated. Why hadn't the bugs consulted us before emerging?

The curious case of Fly Fishing Collaborative

"Gaining a good network of supporters is critical to the life of any new NGO, and in this day and age people can be very leery of supporting any non-profit; not everyone out there is completely sincere in their fundraising efforts."
—Bucky Buchstaber,
from the opening paragraph to his story,
"Fly Fishing Collaborative in South Africa,"
in Revive: A Fly Fishing Journal, fall 2016.