Fry a Netful Story and Photos by Kris Millgate It’s cold and gray. My nose is leaking. My fingertips are freezing. I’m aware of my low comfort level as I start running. My swift steps across slick-polished rock
In the Hands of Another Ernie By Jeff Beyl What I mainly remember about Silver Creek is the cow pies and the muck. But I also remember the luminescent, lime green of the hills that surround this meandering,
An Angling Tale By Peter D. McQuade This story is available in its entirety free of charge for the first part of November. I came of age in the Idaho of the 1960s, in the company of six
Muscling in a Sturgeon Story and Photos by Emily Dymock I became oblivious of the pain shooting up my arm, as my determination to get the sturgeon on the deck of the boat took over. The pole felt
Wet-Run Research Story and Photos by Kris Millgate I’m looking at a lot of black. Black bark on the banks. Black bodies in the water. The bodies belong to snorkelers wearing dark wetsuits. They’re crawling facedown in a
Fine Fisherman, Better Storyteller By Garth Profitt On a March day in the 1950s, Rich Hines heard Billy Rosencrantz’s around-the-corner whistle and said, “Here comes Rosie.” The Hines brothers lived on the corner of Fourth Avenue and Fifth
A New Recruit among the Veterans Story and Photo by Diana Hooley We drove to Riggins to fish because as a new fisherwoman, I had searched online about where to fish in Idaho in May. When I say
My ex-boyfriend called. He wanted to go camping, and for some reason he wanted me to join him. “Umm, what’s the occasion?” I stammered.
“I just want to get out of town for a few days before classes start. We can fish the North Fork. I hear you’ve been learning to fly fish.” He waited for a reply, and I tried to imagine spending a friends-only weekend with a guy who still had a firm grip on my heart. Continue reading
My spouse Jim is an avid fisherman. Did I say avid? He’s a fanatic about fishing. When I told him I was driving down to the new Springfield Fish Hatchery for sockeye salmon to interview the manager and have a tour of the facility there, he was more than ready to accompany me. “I’ll be your photographer,” he announced. Continue reading
When I was a young girl, a friend and her family took me fishing on Warm River, about fifteen miles north of Rexburg in Fremont County. I had never been fishing before, so it was a memorable experience. Last April, on a nice day to take a drive, when it was slightly overcast and I was suffering from a bit of spring fever, I set out to see if I could find the same area I had fished so many years earlier. Continue reading
