Upper Owens Spring
In my Marin County days, I often used to organize a spring fishing trip with my old friend,…
Bill Barich
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Those February Blues
The poet T. S. Eliot thought April is the cruelest month, but I’d respectfully disagree when it comes…
An Angler’s Library
The close of trout season always saddens me a little. No matter how much I’ve fished I still…
On the Glories of Autumn
Every fly fisher has a favorite season. Spring’s the ticket for some anglers. I have a pal who…
In Praise of the Basics
Simplicity is a virtue hard to come by for many fly fishers. When I took up the sport,…
Slow Learner
I’ve always been a reluctant student. In school I was either bored and half asleep, or rebelling against…
A New Year’s Resolution
For the first time in almost forty years as a fly fisher, I failed to wet a line…
The Mayflies of Lough Arrow
It was Tennessee Williams’s Blanche DuBois who depended on the kindness of strangers, and that’s how I felt…
“AnActivity as Old as Humanity”
In a recent issue of this magazine, I read an editorial that made a passionate case for taking…
On Guides and Being Guided
I’ve always respected fishing guides. I admire their skill, their dedication, and their lifestyle — all the hours…