Twelve O’clock, Forty Feet

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By Jason Tucker I STAND IN WHITE-SNOW SAND AND WATER, THE SUN SHINING WEAKLY DOWN FROM A BLUE SKY MUTED BY HAZE HIGH IN ANOTHER ATMOSPHERE REMOVED FROM THE ONE I BREATHE, SCANNING BELOW ME AN ATMOSPHERE LIKEWISE FOREIGN, SEARCHING FOR SHADOWS WHICH THEMSELVES SEARCH FOR THE SCUTTLING,...



Josie’s Big Day

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I’ve never had a dog who was a really good fishing partner. When I brought Josie home, I knew that was going be be a goal. My dog and me out on the river, doing our thing without any particular plan. It sounds good on paper...



Fingers Crossed

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By Steven Brutger FOR MONTHS WE HAD OUR FINGERS CROSSED. Eying snow reports and talking to the few who had been in the mountains, we were cautiously optimistic. Despite a big snow year we had a shot at hitting it right. A few days too early and ice...



Yellowhammers and Specks

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"I thought you might like these," my brother Tom holds out an old yellowed envelope. "I found them going through some of Pete's things." William Starling Cahill, who preferred to be called Pete, was my Grandfather and the man who taught me to fly fish. He's...



Persistence Pays In Silver and Brown

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By Justin Pickett Pulling up to today’s lunch spot was a little more eventful than usual. A morning filled with hopping from spot to spot on a panga-style boat, named Ms. Suzy, had left us starving for a solid meal and a cold beer. The day’s...