Spring 2015 Contents

Drake 2015 Spring Issue


  • On the Peninsula
    Being raised in the upper left corner of the upper left state makes it hard to be anything but a steelheader.
    By Kevin Maier
  • Christmas Island Comeback
    After thirty years of hosting flyfishers, with maybe a little low spot in the middle, Christmas Island is as good as ever.
    By Tom Bie
  • Prince and Preacher
    Like rowing your driftboat? Or fishing out of somebody else's? These two paved the way, just like the story says. More or less.
    By John Larison
  • The Transfe
    Something strange is brewing in Utah, and it's spreading to other parts of the West. Our public lands are in jeapordy.
    By Drew Simmons
  • Departments

  • Page Six Chix
    Five on six, from sockeye to smallmouth.
  • Put-in
    We're fine with fish photos—but please be careful.
  • Rises
    Old Drakes, new fonts, and a little bluefish love.
  • Scuddlebutt
    Drone nation, green drakes, Clyde hits the Bighorn, grayling studies, travel tips, fishing and baseball, a salmon savior, and some trailrunners go flyfishing.
  • Tippets
    Fast tarpon, colors of Russia, ode to dads, secret stripers, Montana bull trout, church and flyfishing, bass fishing New York, and steelheading California.
  • Tailwater Weekend
    Chasing brookies on Connecticut's Mill River.
    By Steve Zakur
  • Redspread
    The Tailing Dead. Drum lessons.
    By Tosh Brown
  • Passport
    Chasing big Bulgarian 'bows on the Mesta River.
    By Peter Scorzetti
  • Bugs
    The time for Hendricksons is upon us.
    By Steve Zakur
  • City Limits
    Scranton, Pennsylvania's Lackawanna River.
    By Kevin McNicholas
  • Rodholders
    The woman who brought flyfishing to Maine.
    By Tony Lolli
  • Backcountry
    It's a dangerous world in Key West.
    By Paul Bruun
  • Permit Page
    To find permit in the Bahamas, you first need to look.
    By John Frazier

Five on six, from sockeye to smallmouth.









More than thirty years after hosting its first fishermen, Kiritimati is hotter than ever.

I heard them before I saw them. When giant trevally are chasing bait in shallow water, the frantic reaction produces a distinct spraying sound, like the inside of your vehicle as you pass through the power-rinse of a car wash. The frenzied commotion is caused by thousands of sardines or anchovies or whatever are being chased, all leaving and re-entering the water in a desperate attempt to avoid being plundered by the most savage fish on the flats. If you’re lucky enough to actually be in the water as it’s happening, then you become just another part of this bizarre predatory vortex—you, chasing the fish that are chasing the fish that are falling back in the water like rain.

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When the other drum come calling

AWHILE BACK, I had a brief visit with a sporadically retired commercial netter at the gas dock in Port Aransas, Texas. He had an unlit cigarette stuck to his bottom lip and his skin had the same color and texture as a relief map of Utah.

He looked down at the pair of puppy drum bobbing in my livewell and asked what I got them on.

I answered, “Flies.”

Life in the express lane

“Everybody’s got a plan until I hit ’em in the mouth.”
— Mike Tyson

“THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN FAST, OKAY?” I say to my angler, whose lips have curled into a half-smile. “The line is gonna burn your hand if you do it right.” He continues to search my face as I explain the violent hook-set, looking at me as if he’s just been made accessory to a crime. I rock back against the poling platform and drain my coffee, sweat already tacking my shirt to my back.

Fly balls and flyfishing in Florida

LEAVE THE PASSPORT IN THE DRAWER, grab your rod, and head to sunny Florida for your springtime twofer. The combination of cozy Grapefruit League ballparks and hordes of saltwater game fish will cure your wintertime blues. First pitch for most games is on March 1, with the season going through April 4. Here’s your scouting report.