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It is nearly thirty-five years since my first trip to the MacKenzie, yet so vividly etched in memory are the recollections of that far away weeken...

Greg Madrigal has always been a hands-on guy. Reared in Nampa, Idaho, shop work was part of his upbringing.  “Above all else, I consider myself a...

  Since 2009, I have taught a course on fly fishing at Hiram College in Ohio that has involved over a 125 students, hundreds of essays, nail knots,...

The brook trout was revived enough for Adam to loosen his grip, and the trout drifted slowly to a resting spot behind a rock a few feet from Adam....

Syd’s most famous fishing fly, the Orange Heron first fished in 1959. This photograph dates to 1977. How revolutionary Washingtonian Syd Glasso ...

  A name is a thing that fits. A thing that suits. Knows no bounds. A name is also a thing that dresses. But sometimes names are just plain wron...

An early addiction “Parents don’t realize what an awesome problem it is to have a kid addicted to fishing,” says Rick Sandoval of Gunnison, Colora...

At college I would tie flies in my dorm room after writing papers on Chaucer and memorizing the lines of Chinese poets. I tied prince nymphs and royal wulffs for my girlfriend to admire; they were easy patterns. It was easy to date her. 

Cameron Scott Thicker than ticks on a dog is an expression I first heard at the local post office while talking with someone about smallmouth on th...