Fall 2018 Contents

Drake 2018 Fall Issue


  • Wade Rivers
    On the famed steelhead rivers of British Columbia, it’s important to take a confident approach—with the guides, the fish, and most importantly, the dinner table.
    Fiction by Lani Waller and photos by Adam Tavender
  • Fixing the Island
    A flyfishing trip to the Bahamas can mean different things to different people. It’s about chasing bones, sure, but what are you willing to sacrifice for good fishing?
    Story by Darcy Lohmiller and photos by Tosh Brown and Jim Klug
  • Alagashed
    Not all muskies are found in the lakes of Minnesota or Wisconsin. Sometimes, you drive north from Portland. Backcountry musky-hunting on the crown of Maine.
    Story by Ryan Brod and photos by Ryan Brod and Lee Church
  • Mayhem on the Miramichi
    Striped bass numbers on New Brunswick’s Miramichi River have topped a million, dwarfing the number of Atlantic salmon. And the salmon anglers aren’t happy.
    Story and photos by Ben Carmichael


  • Put-in
    It’s almost November. Let’s talk some politics, shall we?
  • Rises
    A little love: from Ireland, from Cali, and from a baitcaster.
  • Scuddlebutt
    The Modern Fish Act, beer testing, fishing Wyoming’s Wind, Alaska’s Ballot Measure 1, casting and blasting in Georgia, false albies and Blackbeard, author Keith McCafferty, Casting 4 A Cure in Idaho, and an intriguing trial begins in Dallas.
  • Tailwater Weekend
    When on the Henry’s Fork, does anyone actually fish?
    By Michael Wright
  • Tippets
    Head-trauma recovery; battling breast cancer; mansplaining; Aussie-rules relationships; theft by an Eagle; iaido, iaido all day; mediocre Alaskan; and picking Wisco road-trip tunes.
  • Redspread
    South Carolina redfish-chasing, down at the “Corner Store.”
    By Jeff Scoggin
  • Passport
    A brief look at the brook trout of Labrador.
    By Jamie Carr
  • Bugs
    Craneflies: under-appreciated and under-fished.
    By Elliot Adler
  • City Limits
    True autumn striper fishing starts after dark.
    By James Wu
  • Rodholders
    The passion and resolve of steelheader Steve Pettit.
    By Steven Hawley
  • Backcountry
    Chasing smallmouth on the Wild and Scenic St. Croix.
    Story and photos by Tom Hazelton
  • Permit Page
    A Mexican native shows us how to win in Key West.
    By Geoff Mueller
Beers we think were brewed for flyfishers

Beers we think were brewed for flyfishers

Craft beer and flyfishing go together like Jell-O shots and bachelorette parties. In the fishier towns in America you'll find angling-themed beers of every taste and style, from Trout Slayer Wheat Ale (Big Sky Brewing, Missoula, MT) to Cutthroat Porter (Odell Brewing, Fort Collins, CO) to Steelhead Extra Pale Ale (Mad River Brewing, Humboldt County, CA). And let's face it, we're suckers for the fish schtick; not only are we buying that 6-pack every time, we're probably buying the T-shirt as well.


Seeking comfort in the natural world

To the right, is lake Michigan. I can see it through my window. It's ominous. Nothing can stop it. It's both life giving and life taking. I can see as far as it will let me and no further than it will allow. It speaks to me with the words of adventure and the sound of possibility.


Alaskans will be heard this November

Every year for the past decade the proposed Pebble Mine in Bristol Bay seems to die, only to rise again from its still-warm ashes. Despite lawsuits, a rigorous permitting process, and continued opposition by local organizations, Sam Snyder, campaign manager for the Wild Salmon Center, says the mega-mine isn't just hanging on, it's gaining momentum. "Pebble just submitted a new plan that extends the lifetime of the mine from 25 to 75 years while tripling its size. It's on a fast-track." On November 6, Alaskans have the opportunity to definitively vote on not only Pebble's future, but the future of all projects that would impact anadromous fish habitat.


The art and film of Aimee and Chase Bartee

The film opens with a ten-second zoom toward campfire flames that dance and swirl in the darkness. The viewer's eyes are drawn to the underbelly of the largest log, crosshatched and ashen from the heat. Jump-cut to a small stream, lit by autumn light, shorelines framed by a blaze of fallen leaves. An angler appears, twenty-five seconds in, and she's casting a fly with precision, eyes fixed on her target. What follows is not the take, or hook-set, as a viewer might expect, but rather a shot of a large brown—not its gaping mouth, or downturned eye—but gill-plate, pectoral fin, and flank. Its belly is the color of butter browning in a skillet. The trout is supported underwater by the angler, while the lens pans its lateral line in slow-mo: scales glisten like spangles on a mirror ball. We realize we're watching a fishing film, not a nature documentary, though it is shot and edited with similar reverence for the natural world, the filmmakers drawn to details of the elemental.


In the South Carolina Lowcountry, silence means you’ve made it

Transformations are occurring this time of year. Spartina grass browns and wracks, while the creeks in the marsh fill with shrimp and other nutrients. Redfish take this as a cue, schooling up and feasting hard before winter. As the water begins to clear, my friend Rich Walker and I watch the tides carefully, waiting for our chance to camp and fish.