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Drakemag.com is a supplement to the Drake Magazine, a grassroots journal for flyfishing enthusiasts. It was founded in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, in the summer of 1998 on the principal that too much contemporary outdoor writing gives away all the answers to people who never learned what the questions were.

Today it includes emerging voices right alongside tried and true veteran craftsmen and women. The Drake is distributed throughout the nation, and is expanding into other regions of North America, but contains good writing about anywhere in the world. The Drake Magazine is not an instructional publication - it is for your reading and viewing enjoyment. The drakemag.com website will include stories and photos from the magazine, but we recommend you buy the real thing. For questions about the magazine, us, or our website, please send us an e-mail.

Tom Bie - Editor. Tom has returned to the Rocky Mountains and is looking forward to fishing real rivers again.

Grant Summerlin - Online Editor. Grant is the drakemag.com's website developer and is president of 7 Weight Designs site development company.

Heather Ready - Super Fly Editor. Without Ms. Ready, Tom would have to work and the product you ordered would not appear for months.

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A Hoosier Welcome

Small Mouth Bass Dear prospective southern Indiana resident:

You would hear the hum of the dirt track four miles from your house on Friday nights. The sound would somehow travel all that way through the absurd continental humidity. It would be eighty five degrees at ten p.m. You would sit on the porch and drink beer and suffocate.

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