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John Jackson began snowboarding as a preteen on the powder-strewn spines of the Eastern Sierras

Emergers—John Jackson

John Jackson began snowboarding as a preteen on the powder-strewn spines of the Eastern Sierras, near his hometown in Crowley Lake, California. Soon after, he cast his first flies in that same backyard—in places with legendary names like Inyo, Sierra, Yosemite, and King’s. Fifteen years later and the basic ingredients haven’t changed, just the stakes.…

Bergmans Typewriter

Ray Bergman’s Typewriter – Take inspiration where you find it

Stiff keys moved toward the carriage like an old man lifting his arthritic knees up a flight of stairs. They rose once, twice and, with effort, three times. A weathered and worn ribbon, now more leather than cloth, slowly began to cough up faint traces of ink with each succeeding stroke. And with each erratic…

Lodge Guest

Seven Guys You Meet at Flyfishing Lodges

The Been-There-Done-That Guy He is a walking, yammering Wikipedia of guides, lodges, rivers, oceans, lakes and fish. He’s the best caster he’s ever met. He sets up his vise on the bar during happy hour and forces you to notice his extraordinary tying skills. He owns three obscure IGFA records and is working on six…

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Guide School

Saturday Wake at 11:00. Practice straight-faced recitals of: “It’s really more of a mid-day fishery.” Anyone up before 9:00 will be sequestered for remainder of week. Anyone up at 6:00 saying “Let’s go for bagels!” will be sent home immediately. Afternoon seminar: co-opting expertise—sponging off of your buddy’s success stories. Extra workshop: Motivational Flyfishing with…

WINTER STEELHEADING: GO NOW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

Winter Steelheading: Go now before it’s too late

An excerpt from the winter/spring issue—on shelves now. April rains are metaphysical fertilizers that pollinate your inner wuss, thus giving life to an emotional suckathon. This can threaten to close down winter steelhead season. Yet, despite few fresh upriver fish, with even fewer windows of fishable conditions, and with wet campfires that seldom aspire to…

Stanley Bain

The Disappearance of Stanley Bain

“There was no evidence to show they’d been around. There were no boats, no wreckage. There was nothing.” – Henry Bain. Andros Island, Bahamas Image:Chip Bates On the morning of August 5, 1995, Stanley Bain stood in front of his Cargill Creek Lodge and surveyed the small flyfishing empire that he’d built. The resort sat…

Flyshop Guy

Fly shop guy is staunchly heterosexual, twenty­something, and uncertain of his politics. Fly shop guy spent six or seven years at a southern university and is named Justin, Jeremy, Jonathan, Gifford, Trevor, Tripp or Tristan. Fly shop guy will say things across the river when fishing is poor like, “Holy shit, dude, even the choice…