Expectations have a way of framing our experiences. My first real fly fishing instruction was on the Smith River in 1995. My uncle had a friend with a small waterfront parcel nestled in a canyon. The only structures were tool sheds that different families used to store summer essentials — lawn chairs, grills, camping gear
Author: Daniel Seaton
Spring Chase
In the past, this time of year meant Bill Hager and I would be closely monitoring the MA stocking schedule for our favorite Western Mass streams, while also keeping an eye on those quick-turnaround spots within an hour of Boston that hold fish for a few weeks after stocking. There are a couple of weekends
The Search for Giant Browns: Complete!
I’m drafting this on the plane headed back from my two-day fishing trip on the White River in Arkansas. This piece feels harder to write than my “hopes” article, maybe, because my hopes were fulfilled. Perhaps this blog, our collective obsession, is all based on hope: the hope that the next cast will produce a
In Search of Giant Browns
I’m setting off on my third annual trip to the White River around Cotter, Arkansas. This tradition began a few years ago when my father and a good friend discovered the incredible fishery, along with an exceptional lodge (Cranor’s). The river offers anglers the chance to catch brown trout measured in pounds, not inches. Our