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Why—and how much—you should tip your fishing guide

There's a lot more to tipping your guide than how many fish you caught
On the good days, guides help you find (and hold for a photo) fish like this one (photo: Chad Shmukler).

What’s the biggest misconception about the life of a fishing guide? It’s a question I’ve been asked, and have heard asked, countless times. If I had to provide an answer, it would be that it’s easy. That it’s as simple and stress-free as simply taking someone fishing. That the day begins and ends at the boat ramp.

Patagonia raised $10 million for the planet and will match every single dollar

Thousands of donors will have their contributions doubled to grassroots environmental organizations
Eel Wild and Scenic River, California (photo: BLM).

On Black Friday, Patagonia kicked off its Action Works fundraising effort for 2019, dedicated to raising money for grassroots environmental organizations. Patagonia's pitch to those who would potentially support these organizations was simple: donate to support these environmental non-profits and we'll match every single dollar, up to $10 million. A mere 17 days later, Patagonia had hit that ceiling, effectively putting $20 million dollars in the hands of grassroots organizations that typically struggle with limited staff and budgets.

The dirtier dozen: 12 flies that will catch trout—and more—anywhere they swim

Dries, nymphs and streamers that all anglers should carry in the lower 48 and beyond
A conehead brown and yellow woolly bugger, complete with rubber legs (photo: Chad Shmukler).

A few weeks ago, a buddy asked me which flies he should tie for the upcoming season. I thought about it for a few minutes, e-mailed him some potential choices, and then remembered a little game I used to play with the annual Orvis Flies & Fly Tying catalog.

Review: LaCrosse Aerohead Sport boots

The latest incarnation of LaCrosse's Aerohead line is a go-anywhere workhorse
Photo: Johnny Carrol Sain

I wasn’t so much walking through the flooded timber as I was sliding. It was by choice and predicated by caution. Sometimes I could see fallen leaves resting under the surface, and in those places I did walk. But sometimes the coffee-colored waters hid the bottom, and there is where I slowly scooted each booted foot in the packed mud. As I searched for solid footing, I tried to keep my weight shifted toward the back because with every tense, tentative toe feel there was a chance that that foot could slide off into a channel or flooded critter hole.

The magic of Andy's Acres

The center of my sporting universe
Photo: Tom Davis

The center of my sporting universe—the place where all roads lead, come grouse and woodcock season—is a nondescript former farmhouse tucked into a seldom-visited corner of far northeastern Wisconsin. It stands on the west side of a north-south gravel road that, on a busy day, might see four vehicles an hour.

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