Australian Giant Trevally and Barramundi
Hoping to complete his bucket list, the author journeys to far-off Australia to pursue the world’s most spectacular gamefish.
How Trout See and Perceive Colors
The following is an excerpt from Fly Fishing the Blue Ridge Parkway By Sam R. Johnson. For the first time, fly fishing savant Sam Johnson has captured in one guide an incredible “bucket list” of over 210 of the most serene and productive places to chase trout along...
The Old Man and the Fly-Fisherman
He had admired them from afar during the past years of his life. These young, reckless, 20-something-year-olds who had a zeal and zest for fly-fishing that seemed to consume their lives and take precedence over all responsible pursuits. These youngsters had no worries...
Fish Are Such Liars
In this classic from the pages of The Saturday Evening Post, you’ll be surprised to learn that fishermen aren’t the only ones who stretch the truth.
Fishermen Are Not (Necessarily) Liars
It is evening. The day’s fishing is over, and the faithful of Portage Bay have wreaked havoc on the wonderful dinner Aileen and her hand-maidens have set before them – a dinner, to use the words of Izaak Walton, “too good for any but anglers, or very honest men.” Now,...
Mollygrubs To The Rescue!
As Mollygrubs moved into his mid-teenage years amidst a seemingly never-ending series of snafus and strokes of bad luck, through dogged determination on his part and patient tutelage from his father, he nonetheless somehow managed to develop modest skills as a...
Hit the Drink!
An unforgettable day on – and in -the beautiful Brule. A classic story from 1958.
Great Guide Not
I owe much of what I know about how, where, and when to fish to great guides. Guides who spend day after day on the same water accompanying myriad clients of varied ability and temperament amass an abundance of knowledge that’s ours for the learning. Most of the time...
A Cole Creek Diary
It tumbles off the east face of Big Back Mountain, leaping and flowing down its stony, laurel-lined course as it has for eons. Dad and I had fished its lower reaches when we’d first moved to Tennessee back in the early sixties, and many times we had talked about...
Keeping Counsel with a Creek
We were transients moving from one epoch in life to another, but the little stream and the woods and fields it drained live larger than one can imagine.