Category Archives: Absinthe Lounge
Troy Letherman fishless in Alaska
First Cast F+G ninjas, absinthe dreams, and our man Letherman stomping around southeast Alaska by Troy Letherman The milk-run from Anchorage, a rental car of marginal utility, the year’s first Rainier in cold packs behind the seat. Wrong turns down … Continue reading
Big Hole River: An unplanned canyon run
Blunder on the Big Hole There are a variety of possibilities regarding why I missed a takeout on the Big Hole River last Saturday. Could have been foggyness from the night prior at Wise River Club. Or it could have … Continue reading
Steelhead Dreams: Southeast Alaska Style
NOTE: It’s winter steelhead season and few things get dedicated anglers more pumped than to think of fresh fish—chromers—pushing into Northwest streams. This isn’t a game of big numbers but even a few fish can change your life. Print this. … Continue reading
Oil Burners
NOTE: A special thanks to Ted Leeson for providing this humorous look at the characters we sometimes end up in the company of. Read this here or print out and sit down with a cocktail tonight. Enjoy. gt Pick Thy … Continue reading
Scars and Steelhed on Washington’s Grande Ronde
Grande Moments on a River Ronde By Seth Norman February, 2003 Greg’s stopped bleeding, pretty much; but even though I’ve apologized sincerely and often, each time trying not to laugh at the wad of something pasted to his forehead, he … Continue reading
Taimen Lust and The KGB
How we won the cold war and lost the world’s greatest trout. Editor’s Note: This amazing story tells about a few American angling junkies, including Alaska author Rene Limeres, who opened the Russian hinterland to angling for taimen. It’s a … Continue reading
Fishing Labs
Note: This story occurred several years ago. The two main characters, Shadow and Moose, are now gone. I’m on night one of a five-day trip to Idaho’s Clearwater River, an attempt to land and release as many of those big, … Continue reading
Motels I’ve Known
It was a late-May night in Alpine, Wyoming, sleet fell hard from the sky, my tent was soaked from the previous night, and my sleeping bag’s zipper did not work
Vagaries of Experience
Editor’s Note: Troy Letherman is the best writer you’ve never heard of. His fly-fishing writing, which is limited in abundance, is absolutely kick-ass. Letherman “gets it” as an angler and his interpretation of a day on the water is no … Continue reading




