- LIVE TROUT FISHING by Brad Bohen
- MOOD SWING by Tyler Hughen
- FLYFISHING, A TO Z by Tom Bie
- PAGE SIX CHICKS - 2 flyfishers, 2 photographers.
- TIPPETS - Essays
- BUGS - The dirt on damselflies
- RODHOLDERS - Robert Gorman of Green River Rods
- CITY LIMITS - Cutthroat of Seattle are calling
- GEAR CLOSET - Speywatch: Two-handed rod revolution
"This," Guy Lobjoit says, with a sweep of the hand toward a tangle of reeds and dark water, "is where I was killed by a hippo last year."
The time was hard dusk, about the same as now, and the trio had just pushed through the papyrus thicket blanketing the narrow isthmus between a delicious little lagoon and the Okavango River, right about over there.
Four Mile Creek heads among the uplands near the Ohio-Indiana line in hills left behind by retreating glaciers. Springs well up into tiny rivulets formed in the folds of the land, mostly cleared for corn and beans. One runnel begets two and so on, eventually forming Four Mile, which gathers more water as it glides downhill, cutting over ancient glacial till carried far from the north.