Photo by Len Harris
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By Roger Emile Stouff
Odd as it may be for a swamp-reared boy, cradled on black, still water beneath stands of cypress and tupelo. A bayou boy who explored the banks of the Bayou Teche through endless summer days. A lake denizen, as happy there as in the folds of heaven.
By Larry Gavin
The car is ticking as it cools, and I wonder how I got myself in this situation. I wonder how many times I’ve sat in the dark along this river waiting for sun to pink the horizon. How many different shades has my mood colored the sunrise?
By Ed Laine
My fly is trapped in branches high and dense,
just ripped my brand new waders on a fence.
By Len Harris
It is a classic. The padded shoulder and many pockets for game and shells. Inside the pockets there are memories. Memories of years past.
By Mike Ormsby
I guess we all have our favorite places to fish. Those familiar places. You have cast enough flies across the water there to know almost every rock, every ripple, and nearly every spot where the trout may be. How deep each pool is. Or which bank is undercut enough to hold that one [...]
By Karl (Trout Whisperer) Seckinger
My daughter has in her hands a nine-foot five-weight for the first time ever. She is twelve. We’re on the Iron River in northern Wisconsin trout fishing. I’m offering many pertinent points on how to fly fish. “Dad, I got it.”
By Jim Witham
The Elkhorn wasn’t supposed to be high and muddy.
Sure, it had been, earlier in the week, when yet another series of early summer gully-washers had drenched central Kentucky. By Thursday the Creek was still gushing along at twenty-eight inches above “Summer Pool,” an arbitrary figure denoted by a paint strip on a bridge [...]
