The Cutthroat’s Tomb
Fishing for a trout that many once believed was extinct.
Tiger Hunting In Africa
It was our second morning of fishing on Tanzania’s Ruhudji River and we had just skirted a pod of agitated hippos on our hour-long boat ride to where we’d be fishing. Our guide, South African Mark Murray, told my partner Phil Satre to swing his fly across the head of...
A Good Thing
“The Falls Hole is the defining run in this stream that had defined our lives for so many years, and Dad had learned its every nuance in decades now long passed.” Snow and rain tracked nearly horizontal, and tiny shards of ice bit into our faces when we turned into...
Fish Conservation at Vermejo Park Ranch
Rio Grande cutthroat trout in New Mexico rebounding thanks to private lands conservation.
Troutalope
Genus: Oncorkynchus pronghornii Habitat: Wide-open spaces inland American West Life History: Contrary to common opinion, the troutalope is not rare. In fact, thousands of people have a stuffed one in the garage, bagged with other incredible junk headed to the...
Big Bad Bass
In the mysterious jungle rivers of Papua New Guinea swims a fish of frightening strength and size – a fish that can snap 80-pound mono like wet spaghetti and shatter the biggest mega-plug rod. And if you’re not careful, it might even pull you overboard!...
Row the Boat
Yikes, the other day there were snowflakes flying about. That can only mean the end of summer is at hand. It passed so quickly and this summer was one of many trips down rivers in the drift boat. I believe Mike needs to paint the words USS Cameron — or Battleship...
A TRUE Fish Tale
Pull up a chair and let me tell you about the fish that bit Mike — a TRUE fish tale. Everyone who has ever been fishing has some type of fish tale to tell. Those stories range from the one that got away to something strange happened on the water. Well, pull up a chair...
Last Cast On the Dogwater
Big fish, big fish on the end of his line! Oh Christ, what had I done? I used to see old Artemis Hovle now and then as he slowly tapped his way along East Water Street, his white cane exploring the uneven surface of the brick pavement between the Post Office and...