Back Issue Content: 2014

Silver Tiger Taimen

One salmon to rule them all

Photos by John Sherman

On the hundred-and-first cast the first strip felt dull, the second heavy, and the third came tight with a thuggish throb. Silver and pink flashed underwater a split second before the river broke in a shower of water ten feet across. "Taimen! Taimen! Taimen!" yelled Victor Voydilov, who was popping up and down on the rocks behind me waving his hands. "Set the hook! Hard! Harder!" Adrenaline. It felt like the line was connected to my spine. A phrase looped in my head: This is a sea-run taimen.

Idaho's South Fork

Views and variety along the Snake

DURING THE WANING DAYS OF SUMMER 2000, guide Dave Deardorff rowed his drift boat one stroke too far.

Idaho's lower South Fork of the Snake had fished well that afternoon. Cutthroat sipped BWOs under tormented skies, while Deardorff storm-jumped his way downstream. Finally, something angry surrounded him and his two clients. He sunk oar blades into the flow and opened throttle through a tempest of marble-sized hail. Then fireworks erupted.

Matching the Batch

WHEN MY PARENTS SHIPPED my sister and me off to college, they didn't expected to receive a craft brewer and a flyfishing writer in return. But we'd both seen enough of corporate America to realize that a lifetime spent living in it might not be worth the paycheck. A collaborative effort between the two worlds was inevitable, and after much deliberation our musings have molted. A bottle of Bud and a can of worms may have laid the foundation for pairing beer with bugs, but these are our contemporary favorites.

Girls Night In

Fishing Widow Tells All

EVERY TIME A GIRLFRIEND COMPLAINS about her husband or boyfriend going fishing again (insert big sigh), I bite off a small chunk of my tongue.

I'd love for my husband to go fishing. A week in Montana? Hmmm- That doesn't seem far away enough-or long enough. I hear there are big fish in Kamchatka. And if you're going to go that far, why not take a whole month? Here's my PayPal password, honey.

The Flies of Enrico Puglisi

I WAS A LITTLE SURPRISED when Enrico Puglisi told me that his favorite permit fly was not his EP Crab. Nor was it his lifelike Descendent Crab, or his Palometa Crab, or even the fly he named after the fish itself, the Permit Crab. It's a shrimp pattern. More precisely, his Spawning Shrimp, #4, in tan.

I was telling Puglisi how, for a while now, I've been a huge fan of all of his flies, including the Spawning Shrimp, which I've found to be effective on Bahamian bonefish. But I loved his crab patterns the most, and in particular, his Permit Crab. I use it for stripers on my local flat, since the fish there are as liable as a permit to take offense to my offerings. I felt that by using his Permit Crab, I was letting my stripers know that I took their concerns seriously. And then the 60-year-old Puglisi dropped it on me: "No, no. It is the Spawning Shrimp that is best for the permit," he said in his guttural, Old World Italian-accented voice. "You should really try it on your stripers, too."