As the rest of us roll back and forth this month and next over mountain passes in our heavy duty pickups, coming and going from various fall hunts, fishing trips and excursions to passion, Jeffry ...

Getting your Trinity Audio player ready... PARSHALL — The fact that Daniel Galhardo has fly-fished for more than four years now without a reel, weighted fly line, leader, split shot or strike ...

Daniel Galhardo, John Gierach and I are standing on a remote branch of the St. Vrain Creek with 12-foot-long fly rods in our hands. But I should qualify my usage of the word “fly” rod. We are indeed ...

As entrancing and addictive as the sport of fly fishing can be, the very idea of it has the opposite effect on some people, who feel it’s too complicated, too technical and too difficult. Anyone ...

Rob Lepczyk hadn’t been in the Gunpowder River for more than five minutes on a late September morning before he felt a tug on his line. The 26-year-old Sparks resident yanked at the long rod before ...

The delicate riffle flowed into a nestling pool shaded by a jungle of willow branches and grasses. With one precise flick, Jase Seekell, 13, dropped an elk-hair caddis into position, bringing a ...

For the month of March, photographer John Rountree is exploring the many aspects of fishing in Western North Carolina’s rivers. John Miko is a tenkara evangelist. He fishes the rivers and streams with ...

Daniel Galhardo, author of the book "Tenkara." best times to fly fish in Colorado, since insects are hatching and are swarming rivers and creeks. That provides ample food for fish. Author Daniel ...

Everybody is in search of some simplicity in life, but perhaps nobody searches harder for it than the fly fisherman. So it’s no small wonder why tenkara, the most simplistic form of fly-fishing, has ...

Calming. According to Frank Young, a junior from Springville, Utah, that's what fishing should be. As a frequent fisherman on the Provo River, Young enjoys the opportunity to get out of the house and ...

ON THE KINNICKINNIC RIVER — Matt Shipp smacked the back of his neck. “More mayflies coming out,” he said, examining the mush that moments ago alighted on his flesh. “And some of them are really big.” ...

The clear water of Quartz Creek runs over my wading boots, the Alaska sun bright in a sky of crystal blue. Mountains, impossibly green and rich from the long summer hours of daylight, chew the horizon ...