Sometime last year I wrote about an old Patagonia waist pack that served me well for seven years before giving up the ghost, meaning it was self destructing and needed a replacement.
I couldn’t find anything that looked like it would serve well my propensity to carry a ton of gear, including a 35mm camera with Continue reading
Thought all of you would like to know that I’m taking the helm at Fly Rod & Reel. This is going to be a blast to do and it will be good for Angler’s Tonic, too. I’ll continue to produce Tonic and I’ll be on the road a lot to bring you cool stories from lots of places. gt
CAMDEN, ME—Fly Rod & Reel announces the appointment of Greg Thomas to Editor. A familiar byline and photo credit in the fly-fishing world, Thomas had been the Managing Editor since 2009.
“Greg is one of those rare talents,” said VP/Publisher John Viehman, “…a guy who can not only fish and write well about it, but he comes home with jaw-dropping photos to prove it. Working from his Montana location, Continue reading
I thought it was a little late in the season for skwala stoneflies but I got out on the water yesterday with Dan Summerfield and we saw more skwalas on the water than either of us has seen before. At any given time, in some places, there were dozens Continue reading
I’ve had my nose in the air for a while and wouldn’t listen to people telling me I should throw for carp. But that’s kindof what I did a couple weeks ago when I fished the Missouri River and didn’t get a bump from a trout.
Not that that’s bad. I was fishing in a section where you either get them because they are on their spawning runs or you don’t get them at all. I didn’t get them at all but I could see masses of black shapes in a near deadwater section and there was no reason not to throw. Of course they turned out Continue reading
Dead elk, pissed off vets, and climbing in wolverine dens. Not for the meak.
Standing near the top of a 10,000-foot mountain in south- west Montana, I found an elk calf carcass, decapitated with a leg ripped from the hip socket. It was June, the snow was covered in blood, strange oval tracks, and wet, sticky hair. Those detached body parts were AWOL.
Suddenly, I felt a long way from anywhere and the outlandish stories I’d heard about a small northwoods creature chasing 1000-pound grizzly bears away from their prey, seemed a lot more believable.
Big fun, big fish on Idaho’s Blackfoot Reservoir.
Wanted to let all of you know that an event is taking place in eastern Idaho that shouts-out to all who love warmwater fishing Continue reading
Burning up Manhattan
There’s been an absence of new posts for a few days and I’m sure you may have wondered why. The answer is I was in New York at an event called Canada Media Market, rubbing shoulders with the Canadian tourism industry and a bunch of cool editors, such as Spud Hilton, travel editor for the San Francisco Chronicle and Sarah Spangnolo, digital projects editor for Travel+Leisure. I even listened to a presentation by the New Yorker’s Adam Gopnik and it was good. In fact, during the middle of his presentation I thought, Good lord I wouldn’t want to follow that guy on the stage.
Managed to win an award at the show, Continue reading
Musky Advice from the Experts.
Ok, here’s part of the deal. To be open and fair I have to tell you this: In January, Brad Bohen drove me home from the Hilltop Bar in Sacramento and safely deposited me at whatever hotel I was staying at. No big thing, but we’d been watching Mikey Weir’s screening of a film he’s been working on, complete with some enormous bass and Nile perch.
I was a little iffy about the Hilltop, but once we got there I discovered it was my kind of place. Cool fish-head dudes all over the place and lots of eye-candy to boot. Now who the hell was that that bought those shots? I think, actually, it may have been
Madison River rainbows at Varney Bridge.
As access points go, Varney Bridge on the Madison River is likely one of the most heavily used in the state. That doesn’t mean there aren’t good fish to be found in the area nearly all year long. But, in the eight years I’ve lived in Ennis, Montana and Continue reading