Years ago, when I worked as a journalist on the North Coast of California, I got into the habit of falling asleep to the sounds of old-time radio.
Gunsmoke and the bonefish
by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Jan 29th, 2020
by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Jan 29th, 2020
Years ago, when I worked as a journalist on the North Coast of California, I got into the habit of falling asleep to the sounds of old-time radio.
by Aaron Wood - Wednesday, Jan 15th, 2020
The power was out with no sign of returning as the conditions outside deteriorated. Dorian had left the entire Southeast wrought with worry as images out of The Bahamas left residents wondering where the historic storm would land next. Fortunately, we were never placed in harm’s way.
by Tom Davis - Wednesday, Jan 8th, 2020
As golden retrievers go she was utterly typical—even stereotypical. She lived in a middle-class suburban neighborhood: tree-lined streets, neatly clipped lawns, fenced backyards. She was a good-looking, athletic, robustly built dog, and while she wasn’t a hunter I have no doubt that given the right opportunities she would have made a splendid one. And I fancy that she gazed with something like longing at the flocks of mallards and Canada geese that frequently flew over, enroute to the nearby river.
by Chad Shmukler - Friday, Jan 3rd, 2020
Patagonia's Worn Wear program, a multi-faceted initiative that aims to reduce consumer purchasing and the need for new goods to be manufactured by keeping old gear in action, will be visiting The Fly Fishing Show to offer anglers and other visitors free repairs on leaky waders, broken jacket zippers, torn seams and much more.
by Chris Hunt - Thursday, Dec 26th, 2019
This first week of winter offers hope here on the slopes of the Caribous. The shortest day of the year is behind us and between now and late June, we’re graced with a little more light each day.
We’re not necessarily graced with more sun. Winter is cold and gray … almost sepia. The sun doesn’t really shame the remnants of the Northwest cloud cover until April, sometimes May. The calendar may claim differently, but winter is our longest season.