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Living the Dream: 2011 in Black and White

by Jeff Bright - Monday, Nov 14th, 2011

Just after daybreak, a soft rain patterns the surface of Dean Channel, perhaps scribing a message from on high which reads: "Don't fuss over the number of fish caught, here's what's important."

You could hardly call it a job. Really, it’s barely a living. The pay is lousy and the working conditions are generally cold, damp and miserable. Time away from the comforts of home? At least eight weeks a year. What I do makes no practical sense. My grandmother urged me to be a doctor or lawyer. Sorry, grams, I’ve failed you. What future do I have? I really should turn my life around, maybe seek counseling. Is it too late?

OK, OK, you got me. I’m being facetious. I’m living the dream and I know it! But every dream has a backstory. In a nutshell, here’s mine:

Summer's Over

by Louis Cahill - Thursday, Nov 3rd, 2011

In August of 2010, at the end of a hectic and exhausting summer, I found myself in western Alaska for a week at the Alaska West Lodge. Frankly I was a little burned out. The weather, which can be a formidable challenge in Alaska, complicated my travel arrangements. From Anchorage I was still two bush planes a bus and a boat ride from the camp which rest on an island in the Kanektok River. I fully expected to be spent by the time I got there. I found quite the opposite. By the time I reached the camp I was recharged with excitement by the place. Western Alaska is quietly beautiful.

Liners, Lifters & Snaggers, Rejoice!

by Chad Shmukler - Tuesday, Oct 25th, 2011

At work at the vice under the worst cheap hotel room lighting imaginable.

October can be a special time on New York's Salmon River. Runs of chinook and coho salmon are usually in full swing and big brown trout and steelhead often have begun entering the river in numbers. But, it isn't just the fish that make the Salmon special. The people of the Salmon River are as unique as each fish that swims through its waters.

26 Hours in the Car, Zero Fish

by Chad Shmukler - Thursday, Oct 6th, 2011

Arriving at the dock on day one, skies look bright, clear and promising.

Beaufort, South Carolina is roughly a 13 hour drive for me when you factor in a few lazy stops. Despite the long hike, as I wrote a few weeks ago, I was eager to get back out chasing redfish. My previous trip, and first time seeking to catch a few of these amazing fish, was fairly successful. Heading back during the prime season for redfish in South Carolina, I was pretty stoked. As it turns out, how excited you are for a fishing trip has no influence on how productive it is, a lesson I'm pretty sure I've learned several times before.

Discovering Kamchatka

by Mark Lance - Friday, Sep 30th, 2011

Big Bows chase big flies on the Ozernaya River.

Due to its strategic military importance, the Kamchatka peninsula was off limits to foreigners and to most Russians during the cold war. The rainbows grew large. The Dolly Varden grew grotesque. By any definition Kamchatka is still a wilderness. A remote land with more rivers than could be explored in a lifetime. There is no need to make comparisons. Once you have fished the peninsula, there is only the need to return.