Articles

Hawks and Doves

by Todd Tanner - Friday, Oct 17th, 2014

As the elections of 2014 approach, I have a question for you. Are you a hawk or a dove?

Hawks are vigilant, passionate and protective. They tackle problems head-on and advocate for strong, direct action. That’s true across the board, whether we’re talking about military hawks, fiscal hawks, foreign policy hawks, deficit hawks or conservation hawks.

Doves usually fly in the other direction. They’d rather discuss a problem than do something concrete about it. They want to study a situation, and then, once they’ve studied it, study it some more. They’re worried about the possible consequences of their actions, and they almost always favor a more passive approach.

Tell Your Steelhead Story, Win $1,000

by Ben Kryzinski - Thursday, Oct 16th, 2014

Steelheading isn't for the faint of heart. Merely hooking up with a wild steelhead typically requires healthy does of patience, persistence and possibly a tendency towards obsessive compulsive disorder. These "fish of a thousand casts" don't come easily, but when they do the long hours -- often in lousy conditions -- and hearty effort required to bring a wild steelhead to hand typically breed some good fish tales.

Chances are, if you're a steelheader, you've got some good ones to tell. And Trout Unlimited wants to hear and share them as part of an effort to bolster its upcoming campaign that will seek to improve wild steelhead habitat and angling opportunities.

Trout Unlimited is offering $1,000 to the winner of its wild steelhead contest, which it announced yesterday. The winning essay will also be printed in an upcoming issue of TROUT magazine.

La Bomba

Permit and depth-charges on Ascension Bay

by Chris Hunt - Wednesday, Oct 15th, 2014

Anglers flock from all over the globe to seek out the permit of Ascension Bay. The bay is widely regarded as the finest permit fishing destination in the world, due to its bountiful populations of permit (photo: Chad Shmukler).

Antonio is a tiny man. He might scratch 5 feet 4 inches. And he’s not the shortest fly fishing guide working the flats of Ascension Bay. That honor belongs to Fabian. If Fabian mousses his hair, he’ll tickle 5 feet. Tony’s senior guide, Jonathan, might be an inch taller.

So, as I stood in the green water up to my armpits listening to Tony trying to calm my nerves as a pair of cruising permit approached from 12 o’clock, my mind inadvertently switched from panicked pleas urging myself not to screw up the pending permit shot to wondering how Tony was keeping his head above water.

“Just keep your line clean,” Tony whispered, almost soothingly in his heavily accented English. My bare feet were buried in a foot of soft mud at the bottom of the bay, leaving me to assume Tony was treading water. “Don’t worry. Just cast. Don’t think about it.”

I cast.

RIO Announces New Xtreme Indicator Nymphing Line

by Ben Kryzinski - Tuesday, Oct 14th, 2014

RIO recently announced a new addition to its selection of fly lines designed specifically for nymph fishing, one which it is calling the most "mend-friendly line ever." The new line, named the Xtreme Indicator, is also the latest in RIO's growing InTouch series lineup, which includes lines built on RIO's ultra low-stretch ConnectCore technology.

According to RIO, "Anglers looking for a line to cast nymph rigs with indicators need look no further than the new InTouch Xtreme Indicator line. This line has a short head and a powerful front taper that loads up with a single cast and is the perfect line for carrying heavy loads and for fishing out of a boat."

The Small Town River

by Steve Zakur - Monday, Oct 13th, 2014

Photo: Chad Shmukler.

At lunch on Friday I ate by the water. Ann and I sat on the back deck of a restaurant. A river ran below us. I discussed with her the form of the river. It ran over boulders and shelf. The water looked like water that could hold trout. I had not fished this water before. I told her that I thought the river held trout. I ate my pulled pork sandwich.

On Sunday I went to church in the Small Town. After worship I did my chores. I walked down to the porch. Pollen lay on the table. Water rings were made in the pollen from a dripping glass now gone. The pollen was yellow on both sides. I brushed the pollen aside. I read the Sunday paper. I was ansty. I thought of the water.