Chris Hunt

First and foremost, it’s your responsibility as an angler to know and follow the fishing regulations put forth by the National Park Service. You’ll need a Yellowstone-specific fishing license, which—along with a copy of the most up-to-date regulations—is available at most fly shops in gateway communities like West Yellowstone, Gardner, Jackson and...

A fish by any other name... As Capt. Sid Bryant remarked to me while I battled what felt like a small marlin with my 7-weight off of Islamorada on a blustery October day, "If you called them something else, everybody would be chasing them." The beast came to hand—all 28 inches of it, bright and silver and big-eyed and gorgeous. No. Don't rename them. Save...

Walking the flats of the southern Bahamas in high summer isn't for the faint of heart, and unless you plan it just right, it's not going to be easy on your bank account, no matter when you decide to chase bonefish. But by finding ways to do it yourself—or to do most of it yourself—you can save a pretty penny and experience the thrill of casting to and...

They cruise brashly through the emerald green waters along the Baja's East Cape beaches, north to south, bristling with attitude. One minute there's nothing in sight, and the next a pod of half-a-dozen of these resolute swimmers is whistling through the surf, and if you want to connect you need to drop everything and give chase. Drop your beer. Drop your...

As Mike and I trudged across the barren dunes of Padre Island National Seashore, leaving the wind-whipped waters of the Gulf of Mexico behind us and looking forward to our last visit of the Lower Laguna Madre, a scene from the 80s flick “The Sure Thing” flashed through my head. The scene is near the end of the film, when Walter Gibson’s...

I probably looked like a waterborne Shriner, minus the velvet fez and the bags full of candy, as I paddled out across the flat water of Buzzard's Bay in the borrowed, lime-green kayak that was certainly way too small for my big-and-tall-department hind end. But beggars can't be choosers, and on my last day in Matlacha, I was determined to catch something...