How to Slay Your Dragon

On my third cast of the morning, I hear the tell-tale clunk of the fly hitting the rod. I figure no big deal. Just a...

I’m hiking down a path, one that winds along the edge of a field choked with brambles and wild cherry trees. Beside...

From the road, the Lamar River winds a twisted, blue path through bleached-yellow meadows in Yellowstone National...

I cherish moments where I need for nothing, my mind wanders, and I am able to reflect. It's the feeling when you do...

Sensible people stay inside when it’s 30 degrees and snowing. Especially on the last Saturday of September. After...

On a basic level, all fly fishing is crazy. I mean, we’re using $800 rods and $400 reels to catch foot-long trout...

Twice each day, every trout stream in the world turns into a black-and-white movie. This happens just before the sun...

Tom wasn’t a Native American. He was a fisherman. A fly fisherman. He’d been born to the children of immigrants...