Allen Crater

“The first rule of this river is that you don’t talk about this river. At least by name.” That’s how the text read. “Understood.” This was starting to feel a little like Fight Club, the much-maligned late-nineties flick where Edward Norton is beaten into a new, self-reflexive consciousness, or some such bullshit. My buddy, Jon Osborn, was taking...

“We are matter and long to be received by an Earth that conceived us, which accepts and reconstitutes us, its children, each of us, without exception, every one. The journey is long, and then we start homeward, fathomless as to what home might make of us.” Author, teacher, philosopher, guide, husband, father. Chris is all of these things. His new book...

I had the opportunity to spend a few days with Jeff Currier last summer, on the river, around a dinner table, driving backroads, and sitting tailgates. You'll find Jeff in books, on TV, and lecturing around the world. He's a Catch and Release IGFA World Record holder, a National Fresh Water Fishing Hall of Fame record holder, and has well over 400 species...

I'm always astounded by certain artists' ability to capture the intrinsic beauty of the "every day"—whether through words or images or sculptures or musical notes combined just so. Works that make me feel something deep and raw, or bring to mind beautiful moments sometimes lost behind the gauze of time. That can, in an instant, make me heavy or light. Or...

I can't imagine anything more beautiful than a trout. The spots, the vermiculation, the halos and, of course, the colors. Each its own unique work of art, perfectly suited to its environment. So beautiful, in fact, that they have become a creature of lore. Native American legend has it that brook trout were solid black until a leader named Manitou caught...