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...



Burning Chrome 

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By Louis Cahill The sun never rises. Not today, at least not here on the Deschutes River. The light is an eerie yellow-orange. The air is hot and dry, and the wind is howling. It’s unsettling. You’d expect it to feel like fog or overcast but it...



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...



River Of Dreams

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By Louis Cahill I DREAM OF WAKING IN A FOREST. Or where a forest had been, now sooty black. Smoke swirls, orange eyes peer from hunks of coal. Charred trees accuse the sky. White ashes whirl in the air, angels lifted to heaven. I've slept through some...



It’s OK To Stay Home

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By Justin Pickett SOME DAYS, IT'S NOT HAPPENING. Up at the wee hours of the morning, Tim Harden, of the Venturing Angler, and I, hit the road en route to meet up with our guide, Capt. David Accursio, for another day of fishing in the Everglades. Excited...