There are rivers that live in the common mythos of fly fishing: the San Juan, the Battenkill, the Yellowstone. There also are our local rivers and spots that we hold dear and keep a bit more secret than we probably should. Then, there are those waters that could fit in both categories. Colorado has more
I’ve been looking for new water. I am targeting quality over quantity. If possible, I want to ping only wild fish. To that end, as I journeyed to the Salmon River, I stopped quite a bit, visiting en route about 12 spots. If one looked fishy, I fished it. If it didn’t, I moved on.
It was the fall of 2017, and I was in northern Labrador, waist deep in the McKenzie River. My sloping shoulders portrayed the characteristic posture of a frustrated angler tying on another fly. The river felt cold flowing around my thighs while my flies remained untouched. My angling skills appeared to be no match for
The conversation often begins with telling people to leave their waders and boots at home, but plan to sight-fish for carp in the 10 to 30 lb. range. You can imagine the reactions I get, but I assure you, just as I assure my clientele, there is no exaggeration here. When fishing the Lowell, MA,