- DIY Dialectic
The decision to hire a guide or fish on your own can be a difficult one to make, especially for ex-guides. Let the internal debate begin.By Franklin Tate
- Meet the Metolius
Bull trout are like Bigfoot: huge, mysterious, misunderstood, and really hard to find. But go deep enough, and they’ll show up. Hungry.Story and Photos by Sam Lungren
- Pyramid Scheme
Hatcheries are the worst thing to ever happen to trout. Until one saved a species. Our man in Nevada climbs his corporate ladder.By Steven Hawley
- Postcards from Playa Blanca
Whatever happened to postcards? We bring them back, with notes to mom. From Mexico.Photos by Corey Kruitbosch
- Page Six Chix
From desert to mountains to flats.
Broaden your horizons.
Dogs, gators, and imperial presidents.
- Tailwater Weekend
Smallies, pike, and lake trout on Fort Peck Rez.By Geoff Mueller
A number-crunching approach to Texas redfishing.By Tosh Brown
Good golly, Miss MollyBy Preston Marson
Death by DobsonflyBy Zach Matthews
- City Limits
Who’s up for a little carp tourney?By Dan Frasier
A bloody day of brookie fishing.By Warren Winders
- Permit Page
He swam from a land Down Under.By Brett Seng
Guided: to be or not to be
Standing in the Wally Dog parking lot in Greenville, South Carolina, I swear I can hear the ocean. The coast is at least three hours away, yet the sound of surf fills my ears. I glance over my shoulder: nothing but cars and trucks along Poinsett Highway.
Appreciating the introduction
The act of walking across a white-sand flat, knee-deep in endless shades of blue, is made much more interesting by bonefish. Especially if you’ve never caught one. After a few days spent searching empty water on the Bahamian island of Exuma, we drove down a twisted dirt road, past rotting cars and abandoned dishwashers, and finally found a promising flat. We were DIYers, looking to catch them on our own, but only if Ray didn’t kill us first.
Special delivery in The Last Frontier
The Alaska Railroad winter train runs 360 miles between Anchorage and Fairbanks on the weekends, and it will drop you off anywhere along the track, much of it otherwise inaccessible wilderness. My fishing partner, Dan, and I used to work for the railroad in Anchorage, me as a PR flack and he as the chief railroad cop.
Pesca Maya’s energy revolution
Rogelio Velasco has owned Yucatan-based Pesca Maya fishing resort for 19 years, so he knows the challenge of producing off-the-grid electricity, especially for power-hungry air conditioners. Pesca Maya, like all Ascension Bay resorts, sits inside the Sian Ka’an biosphere reserve, where power lines don’t exist and aren’t forthcoming. So instead, most lodges rely on diesel generators and “battery banks”—essentially, collections of car batteries stacked side-by-side.