Fly-Tying Gone Rogue By John O’Bryan When my wife Kelly found me in the deepest recess of her closet unraveling her best sweater, a feather duster tucked under one of my arms and a fur-lined hat under the
Not Always Easy By Ron McFarland In hopes that my favorite trout stream will not be as low and slow as I fear will be the case, I defy an unusually dry late summer and an early fall
The Stuff of Dreams By Gary Oberbillig Back in 1946 when I was nine years old, my stepfather, Austin Case, worked as a mechanic for a tractor company in Boise. He got a call to take a trip
A Lifetime of Adventures Story and Photos by Ray Brooks On a hot August day, Little Wood River was nicely cold, so I waded up its shallow waters to fly fish rather than brush-beating along the banks. Suddenly
Coming Back to the Country Story and Paintings by Phil Murdock I’m a steelheader and for the past twenty years I have hazarded the spring weather between Rexburg and the Salmon River. Each summer, the big fish work
The End of an Error By Ron McFarland Sometime in the 1980s, my fellow poet and friend Dennis Held, a Wisconsinite born to ice-fishing, introduced me to the frigid aspects of angling through the ice [see “Ice versus
Horror amid the Bridgestone Hatch Story and Photos by John O’Bryan The Saint Joe River, or the Joe, as it’s affectionately regarded, is a blue-ribbon freestone river (fed by snowmelt, not a spring) with aggressive westslope cutthroat trout
A Long-Ago Frenzy of Fishing By Rob Greenfield Photos courtesy of Rob Greenfield My twin brother Rick and I had no idea what to expect as we listened to Dad’s friend Jackson, the local mechanic, persuade him to
A Fly Fisherman’s Treat Story and Photos by Erik Moncada When the South Fork of the Boise River was running at a very low three hundred cubic feet per second during fishing season last July, it was a
Can This Be the End? Story and Photos by Mike Cothern On the way home from a five-day backpacking trip in central Idaho’s Bighorn Crags, I was only a mile from the campground where I had left my
