Gravel roads don’t have the adventurous chops of a two-track. Still, turning off of pavement stirs that part of the brain which knows wilderness. When the road disappears...
There’s a bridge over a tumbling bedrock creek near the south entrance to Yellowstone National Park. It’s a good place to stop—if you walk a bit downstream, there’s an impressive set of waterfalls where the creek dives off of a plateau and dumps into the Lewis River just before the latter meets the humble beginnings of the mighty Snake.
I am a cheap bastard. Whether this condition is the natural by-product of a lifetime of lower-to-lowest middle-class purchasing power or an inherent part of my genetic makeup, I cannot say. All I know is I’ve never paid more than $200 for a rod or reel of any iteration (fly, baitcaster, spinning, whatever), and considering the current depressing arc of my income level, I probably never will.
The annual IFTD (International Fly Tackle Dealers) show came to a close last Friday in Orlando, Florida. Each year, the culmination of the show's exhibits is the the 'Party at the Pond' where the winners for 'Best of Show' in 30 different categories are announced. This year, Sage was awarded with the show's highest honor for the second year in a row, with its new SALT HD fly rod.
As fishermen we all should have a passing knowledge of the core fishing knots. If you’re like me, you grudgingly learned to expand your repertoire of fishing knots after losing a big trout to a hastily-tied surgeon’s knot.
When Jim Morgan goes afield with something definite in mind, searching a particular subject in a particular setting that will “make” a painting, he’s almost always brought to ruin. Far better, he’s learned, simply to go and take what comes, staying open to possibilities, trusting in serendipity as an article of faith. If you put yourself in the right places in the right frame of mind—keeping alert, taking pains to notice even the smallest, seemingly most insignificant details of the environment—over time you’ll be rewarded.