Fly fishing British Columbia
Photo: Todd Tanner


The last stop on BC's loneliest highway

Blacktooth, British Columbia was the last stop on one of the loneliest highways in Canada. Other roads might go on and on; this one quit just shy of the sheer rock walls of the Gwaxall Range. There was even a sign in town that stated the obvious. “Blacktooth, B.C. - End of the Road.”

Steelhead Fishing - Terrace, British Columbia - Skeena River

Terrace Chrome

A short film looks at chasing bright chrome in northern BC

Closer to Juneau than Vancouver, Terrace lies in the far northern reaches of British Columbia, not far from Ketchikan, Alaska. The storied Skeena River, known for producing some of the most wild and most beautiful steelhead in the world, flows right through town, with more than 75 miles to go before it dumps into the Pacific Ocean after coursing through BC's old growth forests and coastal mountains. Also nearby is the Kitimat which, though less well known than the Skeena, boasts amazing runs of spring steelhead.

British Columbia Steelhead


Help move the needle

Last October, on a blue-bird, 80 degree day, a handful of amazing, iconic anglers hooked up to fish a beautiful Montana spring creek and talk about the single largest threat to America’s trout fishing.

Steve Hemkens of Orvis drove over from Jackson Hole. Photographer extraordinaire Tim Romano flew up from Colorado. Craig Mathews of Blue Ribbon Flies made the short drive from his Madison Valley home. Yvon Chouinard of Patagonia flew in from … well, I honestly don’t have any idea where Yvon flew in from. All I can say for sure is that he was there.

Angler Mike Sepelak tosses a big streamer at a logjam on the Elk River near Fernie, BC (photo: Chad Shmukler).

Down by the river

Todd Tanner is old as dirt and proud of it

I’m thinking about driving up to British Columbia in the morning to sneak in a little dry fly fishing. It’s crazy, but I just can’t get Neil Young out of my head.

Old man sitting
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.


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