The hunt for redzillas in October
October 2009
The start of this month usually finds me feeling tropically depressed. Another year, another storm that has ravaged one of my coastal fishing spots. Perhaps I shouldn’t feel so down, now that I know those storm clouds bring a silver lining.
Dark side of the flyfishing force
September 2009
Cosmologists believe that over 90 percent of the universe consists of something called “dark matter.” This is not to be confused with anti-matter. Anti-matter is the stuff that, if you were to come in contact with, it would really ruin your day — and likely several thousand of your closest neighbors.
Toothy fish demand tuff fleyes
July 2009
Later this month, members of Louisiana and Mississippi fly fishing clubs will be descending upon Grand Isle for their annual surf-fishing extravaganza. Rest assured that many of them will be packing light wire or heavy fluorocarbon.
Time to tackle those mighty gobbules
May 2009
I read where the University of North Dakota is the latest sports program to be targeted by the politically correct crowd. The NCAA wishes to have the school’s mascot changed from the Fighting Sioux to something less offensive.
Get schooled by humans, not fish
April 2009
A guide told me of a trip he had with a customer from Pennsylvania. For the sake of this story, we’ll call the guide Joe.
I’d rather be out in crappie weather
February 2009
“There will be days when the fishing is better than one’s most optimistic forecast, others when it is far worse. Either is a gain over just staying home.”
— Roderick Haig-Brown
Why ask why The River Why?
January 2009
In 1995, director Robert Redford brought to the big screen the real-life story of a Montana family bonded by faith and a near-religious dedication to fly fishing.
Don’t be dog-matic! Go with spoons
November 2008
As we reach the climax of a bizarre election year, what could be more bizarre than a website dedicated to having dogs vote? Thedogvote.com believes that “our nation lies in their paws.”
Flyfishers await a new energy future
August 2008
Lately I’ve been walking to a nearby lake rather than taking my vehicle. I often come home with mud on my sandals — at least my footprint contains no carbon. Al Gore would be pleased, even if my wife isn’t.
When it comes to leaving a carbon footprint, flyrodders are a mixed bag.
Grande action awaits Big Easy angler
June 2008
What could be finer than bank fishing on a sunny, mild spring day, listening to the sound of a jazz band playing nearby, and getting lots of rod-bending action on a three-weight rod?
Ask Captain Paul
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