Summer 2015 Contents

Drake 2015 Summer Issue

    Features

  • 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
  • Patches
    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

    Departments

  • Page Six Chix
    The Flathead, the Yellowstone, the Menominee.
  • Put-in
    Summer Camp, America’s best idea, and its worst.
  • Rises
    Husband exchange, political delusions, girlfriend dilema, and using a puppy to our advantage.
  • Scuddlebutt
    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
  • Tippets
    Sounds of bluefish, steelheading the ‘V,’ inglorious bassers, a crowded roadtrip, good hats, stripers in plain sight, and catching brown trout in Scotland.
  • Redspread
    The Islamorada backcountry delivers, eventually.
    By Matt Smythe
  • Passport
    A purist’s exile to Saskatchewan’s Pikelandia.
    By Toby Gilbert
  • Bugs
    Puget Sound termites.
    By Jesse Robbins
  • City Limits
    Flats fishing the Dirty South.
    By Zach Matthews
  • Rodholders
    How Jon Yousko pulls off the endless season.
    By Geoff Mueller
  • Backcountry
    500 miles from Denver to Durango, on foot.
    By Ben Kraushaar
  • Permit Page
    Protect the spawning grounds.
    By Terry Gibson

Flats fishing the Dirty South

ATLANTA, YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND, is not a particularly good fishing town. We have a striped bass run, as well as some nearby mountain fisheries for brook trout, but on the whole, it’s tough being a flyfisher in the Dirty South. When I moved to the city a decade ago, I took a stab at stocked trout fishing (tragic), before quickly turning to alternatives. Back then, there was one resource no one cared to exploit: carp flats. The South is blessed with plenty of oxbow lakes and backwater sloughs, perfect habitat for the ubiquitous, invasive, common carp. Other than a handful of bow fishermen, few people cared that the carp were even here. They didn’t much invade traditional gamefish waters and thus were largely ignored. As a result, they were large, naive, and available. It didn’t take me long to identify a few prime flats. The carp awakening was sweeping the flyfishing world about that time, and several of my friends also expressed interest in casting to these previously maligned fish.