Winter 2018-19 Contents

Drake 2018-19 Winter Issue


  • Mosquito and Char
    When road-tripping Alaska, the goal is typically to catch a bunch of fish. But occasionally, what we bring to the river is far more important than what we take away.
    Story by David Zoby
  • Passengers
    Balancing a life of snowboarding and flyfishing sounds like a dream problem. But every lifestyle his its pressures and limitations. Besides, you’ve still gotta find the fish.
    Story by Geoff Mueller | Photos by Darcy Bacha
  • Flyfishing While Old (With Friends)
    Aging with grace is fine. But growing old with youthful defiance—and a fly rod—is a helluva lot more fun. (Just don’t forget your wading staff.)
    Story by Tom McGuane


  • Put-in
    Winter Steelheading. It doesn’t suck as much is it sounds.
  • Rises
    Pleading for pods, brawling all low-holers, loving on Clyde.
  • Scuddlebutt
    Only in Texas, shark on board, Joe Tomelleri’s trout art, steelhead flies with soul, Henry’s Fork defenders, an Ass Whacker affair, Patagonia’s riverside digs, predator flies.
  • Tailwater Weekend
    Cold smoke on the Gunpowder River.
    By Joe Dahut Photos by Austin Green Weinstein
  • Tippets
    Winter driftless; mystical Metolius; bonefishing newbie; stripers in the surf; autumn for the winter blues; dunes day scenario; a ribbon of Stilly slate.
  • Redspread
    ’Yaking for Biloxi Marsh belly crawlers.
    By Ed Anderson
  • Passport
    Meet Patagonia’s patron saint.
    By Mark Menlove
  • Bugs
    Eye candy.
    By David Skok
  • City Limits
    Michigan’s Boardman River overhaul.
    By Andy Bigford
  • Rodholders
    Blane Chocklett goes big.
    By Tee Clarkson
  • Backcountry
    Hiding out in Mexico’s Mag Bay.
    Story and photos by Paolo Marchesi
  • Permit Page
    Menacing days at the March Merkin.
    By Kat Vallilee
Fishing with Chewy

My annual migrations from Montana to Baja started in the winter of 2009, when the mainstream media first began covering news about the dangers associated with Mexico travel. Friends and family thought I was nuts, but as long as you weren't searching for blow in Tijuana at 2 a.m., Baja was still safer than many American cities. And Baja rats like me enjoyed the empty beaches.