They sit in a forgotten drawer in my tying desk, intermingling with odd-sized hooks, old fly boxes, and other ephemera that have eddied into this backwater over time. Some...
The bright-white yarn indicator dipped just as it passed over what my guide, Doug Corbett, said was a 5-pound brown trout swimming and feeding happily in an idyllic South...
The sign in front of the van parked just off Route 1 in Lincoln County, Maine, displayed a simple message in big, hand-written letters: “Eels. $2,000/lb.”
There’s a creek freak in all of us. No matter where we fish, what we chase, or why we do it, down deep in our soul is that little kid who used to stop their bike atop the...
The bright-white yarn indicator dipped just as it passed over what my guide, Doug Corbett, said was a 5-pound brown trout swimming and feeding happily in an idyllic South...
The sign in front of the van parked just off Route 1 in Lincoln County, Maine, displayed a simple message in big, hand-written letters: “Eels. $2,000/lb.”