Roosterfish, Sí!

After parking at the bridge and fighting deer flies, buckthorn, stinging nettles, and summer humidity, I stepped from...

The water is low, but the river may still hold a few surprises if I take Master Cotton’s advice and fish long and...

The best trout fishing occurs, as everyone knows, deep in the night. Or a week before opener. Or two miles upstream. I...

For the third time in as many minutes the trout rose under the shadow cast by the low-hanging branches of a maple tree...

The pool is barely wider than my 9-foot fly rod. Riffles are mere trickles. The creek itself disappears just beyond the...

In bluff country one stumbles on isolated taverns sitting there for no good reason. These are typically at the...

It’s hard not to smile as I tramp through a meadow sprinkled with dandelions and buttercups. Upon my approach, a pair...

One day I up and moved to the Midwest’s Driftless Region, which is blue ribbon trout country. I’m not bragging. And...