Fall 2017 Contents

Drake 2017 Fall Issue

    Departments

  • Page Six Chix
    From Baja to Iceland, these ladies have it covered.
  • Put-in
    The economic power of America's “outdoor recreation industry” is finally being recognized. But is it enough?
  • Rises
    Why do National Monuments get people so fired up?
  • Scuddlebutt
    A primer on the Waters of the U.S. rule; views from Hurricane Harvey; two artists' pheasant-tail finery; Florida largemouth-makers; the disgrace of Atlantic salmon farms; albies of New England; understanding “spill” for salmon; Clyde does Dallas; Big Year winners; and new owners carry on the legacy of Bud Lilly's
  • Tailwater Weekend
    Minnesota bassonomics.
    By Elliott Adler
  • Tippets
    Junior's water on the Delaware; steelheading Lake Erie; ode to the single-handed steelhead rod; life lessons on the Bonaventure; photo workshop on the Salmon; an angler's life, taken too soon; and fall is a bad time to break your foot
  • Redspread
    When autumn comes to the marsh.
    By Cole Harper
  • Passport
    Picking Guatemala's Pocket—for sailfish.
    By Brian Irwin
  • Bugs
    Micro-caddis to the rescue.
    By Miles Nolte
  • City Limits
    Redbands can be an under-appreciated rainbow.
    But not in Spokane, Washington.
    By Josh Mills
  • Rodholders
    Scrap-metal dumpster-diving with Ryan Sharpe.
    By Larry Littrell
  • Backcountry
    Hunting sheepshead in the Biloxi Marsh.
    By John Agricola
  • Permit Page
    A case for crevalle.
    By Tom Bie
Jim Dietz (poling) and Josh gallivan, headhunting in the sheepy. Photo: Hollis Bennett

Competition runs deep in the Biloxi Marsh

Booze consumed me as I sat listless in the upper bar of the Dogwood; a restored Mississippi riverboat docked a few hundred yards east of the Hopedale, Louisiana, boat launch. For the next two days and nights, the Dogwood would serve as home and headquarters to anglers competing in the 2017 Sheepy tournament—a tongue-in-cheek backcountry contest for New Orleans-area flyfishing guides.

What the author imagines catching a trout might look like. Photo by Corey Kruitbosch.

Fall is no time for immobility

Is this what mortality feels like?

They're in the deep pools, the ones that are filling now with yellow alder leaves. They come up easily to a humpy or an elk-hair caddis, bright browns and brook trout flashing the colors of autumn.

At least that's what I suppose. I don't know for sure, actually.