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Stories & Essays

Podcast: Healing Through Fly Fishing

So, I almost never get this opportunity, but I couldn't pass it up. A politician (former, in this case) discussed fly fishing on a podcast, and did so in a thoughtful, caring way. Former NBA player and senator Bill Bradley (D, N.J.) hosts an intriguing podcast entitled "American Voices." In a recent episode, he interviews veterans about fly fishing, and how...

Angling for Surprise

Fly fishing lends itself to stories, perhaps more so than any other sport. The best stories, though, are the ones that discuss something more than fishing - which is exactly what we have in Dave Hughes's latest for American Angler.  His opening paragraph reads, "I know folks who wouldn’t dream of taking a trip to fish a famous river without first...

Bad Luck Genes

Can bad luck be genetic? In a recent essay, Michael Wright ponders the question while out on the water with his father, who happens to have very bad luck. “He's aware of his pattern of bad luck and is almost disturbingly at peace with it. He has said before that flyfishing taught him patience. Something is always going to go wrong, and he recognizes that...

Bad Advice in the Outdoors

In this article, Ian Frazier writes about the prevalence of bad advice in the world of outdoor recreation. While looking for brown trout on the small streams of Michigan, however, Frazier stumbles into the opposite. “Regardless of what the people who know tell you or don't tell you, an off-road gathering of parked cars doesn't lie.” Read more via...

Trout Season

Trout season has arrived. Celebrate with Sage in this essay by Chris Dombrowski. “'A season,' we say; a few calendar pages, a span of time whose opening we anticipate and closure we mourn, a finite window that reminds us to number not our fish but our days—the seemingly ordinary, the folly-filled, and the rarest ones that brim with dumbstruck luck.'"

Ed Engle on Spring Creek Solitude and Elusive Trout

"Overnight a light snow had fallen at the trailhead to the spring creek. No one else was in the parking area. Cottontail, coyote and mule deer tracks meandered across the fresh snow in the canyon bottom. When I crossed what appeared to be a frozen stream I worried that I was all wrong and the creek had frozen, but farther down the trail I saw where the...