- I Love Laxa
Big Icelandic salmon, secret American flies, and the determination of Orri Vigfusson.By Tom Bie
- Chasing Natives
From backcountry brookies to spirited pickerel, this is our quest for encounters of the indigenous kind.By Zach Matthews, John Larison, Jimmy Fee, Kevin Luby, Brian Boomer, and Will Jordan
When a shiny she-boat morphs into a he-boat, and becomes a confidant.By Monty Orrick
- Post-Inferno Flyfishing
In August 2013, two lightning-caused blazes burned 435 square miles of Idaho’s South Fork Boise drainage, showing just how much impact fires can have on a river.By Mark Menlov
- Page Six Chix
The Flathead, the Yellowstone, the Menominee.
Summer Camp, America’s best idea, and its worst.
Husband exchange, political delusions, girlfriend dilema, and using a puppy to our advantage.
Nicaragua tarpon, coho comeback, Clyde takes a slyde, summer bikini hatches, oversized art, PNW smallies, striper uncertainty, and one feared Beard.
- Tailwater Weekend
Trout-filled tailwaters in Oklahoma and Texas.By Stephen Schwartz
Sounds of bluefish, steelheading the ‘V,’ inglorious bassers, a crowded roadtrip, good hats, stripers in plain sight, and catching brown trout in Scotland.
The Islamorada backcountry delivers, eventually.By Matt Smythe
A purist’s exile to Saskatchewan’s Pikelandia.By Toby Gilbert
Puget Sound termites.By Jesse Robbins
- City Limits
By Zach Matthews
How Jon Yousko pulls off the endless season.By Geoff Mueller
500 miles from Denver to Durango, on foot.By Ben Kraushaar
- Permit Page
Protect the spawning grounds.By Terry Gibson
In 2015, the Park Service opened all of what were once known as "red line" brookie streams in Great Smoky Mountains National Park. In doing so, it endorsed both anglers and trout. It is now the official policy of the United States to let these Appalachian natives be their own brookie selves. Contributor Zach Matthews notes that it's also up to anglers not to mess this up.
How to enjoy them; how to avoid them
THE YAKIMA Central Washington
Enjoy it: Central Washington University is why Four Loko was banned. Coeds in Ellensburg like to party next-level, and when they want to get blacked out on an inner tube, the Yakima River is their venue of choice. Hoppers and summer stones pop at the height of co-ed activity on the Yak. You can witness the sunburned mayhem in the lower canyon from Ringer to Rosa Dam. Look for dirty cars with faded DMB stickers. In high summer flows you can float twenty miles, catch wild rainbows, and drink cans of Busch Light found floating in the river.
Big Icelandic salmon, secret American flies, and the determination of Orri Vigfusson.
IT'S EASY TO CAST A FLY IN ICELAND. No trees get in the way. The country never had much timber to begin with, and what trees there were got cut down long ago because burning wood keeps you warmer than not burning wood. Only 20 percent of the Kentucky-sized country can support vegetation anyway, so if you get nothing else from your fishing trip to Iceland, you’ll at least get a clear backcast.
The toughest trout of them all
NO FRESHWATER FISH swimming the American West is more badass than the bull trout (Salvelinus confluentus). Like Mongolian taimen, bulls are the undisputed apex predators of their watersheds, and they know it. A mature bull swims with the élan of a gangsta in his lifted Cadillac; when he rolls by, the little fish dart for cover.
Give me an old one with dirt on it
WITH ALL THE TALK I HEAR THESE DAYS about flat-brims, ironic trucker hats, and hipsters, I’ve been thinking about baseball caps and how they function as extensions of identity. A crisp New Era cap with a glittering sticker on the bill is separated from my sweat-stained fishing-logo lid by a cultural gulf as big as the Bering Sea.